Motherhood is full of sweat, tears, laughter, kisses, hugs, messes! Monday I was feeling like a good cry might be in order. Instead of calling myself “mommy of boyz”, I wanted to call myself “mommy of dogz.” Certain sons — one in particular — seems to find my rugs particularly attractive for a place to empty his bladder. My husband and I are determined to make this problem stop so we talked to our neighbors and worked out an agreement for the offending son to rid their yard of dog waste. Our next plan is a family from church who have horses and therefore a messy barn at times. This momma is tired of feeling like she has dogs in her house again. Ruff! Ruff to the human dogs! Let’s hope this time our solution works.
Not To Gross You Out, But…
Two funnies that Son-W1 recently said regarding potty times:
“Mommy, I get a lollipop too.” Me: “Why?” Son-W1: “Because Son-D and I shared the poop [in the potty].” Me: “I don’t think so. It can’t come out of both of your bodies.”
Me: “Try to go potty.” Son-W1: “I can’t. The poop and pee is yelling inside me, ‘I don’t want to come out! I can’t come out!'”
All In A Day!
Here are common quotes to hear in our house — all in a day:
“No, you can’t pee through your underwear.”
“Don’t dust the furniture with your underwear. Put them on.”
“Put the plunger back.”
“Don’t run your cars over the toilet.”
“Don’t play in the potty.”
I never knew that poop would become such a normality in our home. Not to gross you too much, but I have discovered that being a mom to three little boys is synonomous with poopy messes. Yesterday, I was completely grossed out to discover (when I checked on the boys during their potty time) that they had snuck a shovel to the potty with them and were shoveling their poop as if it was mud. I caught them writing in the poop too. What next will they think of?!!! Amazingly, I finally got everything cleaned up but decided to toss the shovel. I figured it was too gross and germy to attempt to clean and resuse it.
Some Silly Sayings…
Yesterday as Son-D was sitting on the potty, waiting to go, He kept saying, “It’s coming. It’s coming! Pees coming.” Finally, he said, “It’s hiding.”
Yesterday, Son-W1 had sneezed all over a pear slice. Son-W1 told our company that they could eat his pear and share his germs. He said, “You can have my two germs.” My husband said, “Just two?!” 🙂 Some sharing we can do without…
Today was one of those days when I just had to shake my head and say, “All in the life of little boys!” As I was getting ready to leave the ladies’ Bible study and was finishing buckling Son-D into the stroller, another lady came out of the ladies’ bathroom and asked me if I had a diaper for my son. She said that he told her that his mommy was bringing him a diaper. A bit surprised I said that I didn’t even know he was in the bathroom and was getting ready to get him from his play area at the gym. (He is watched there, the younger boys are watched in the nursery, and I get to attend the Bible study.) Apparently, Son-W1 got “loose” and decided to go potty on his own. I quickly went into the restroom and saw him standing at the sink, washing his hands. That was innocent enough, but his pants were still around his ankles, and his clean diaper was lying on the sink counter. No modesty in a three year old! The ladies were chuckling at my little boy who very innocently stood uncovered while washing his hands. His hands were very clean!!! Oh dear! I guess that we need to focus more on modesty now. I did try to address it, but I don’t think he understands why he should be “modest.” Never a dull moment!
I Go Potty
Yesterday and continuing into today, Son-D has been wanting to sit on the potty before bed. He says, “I go potty.” Too bad it’s too cold to let him run around in nothing but Pull-ups.