potty party.
I think my kids have superpowers. They can be happily playing in one of their rooms but, the moment I step foot in my bathroom, they appear out of nowhere eager to keep me company. I'm constantly shoo-ing them out, but then the crying and whining begins (with little fingers and toes darting under the door). I have surrendered to a life of no privacy. I have an audience whenever I take a shower, a protégé when I'm putting on my makeup, and entertainment when I'm... well, you know. Wesley gets into the most trouble in the bathroom. He has completely unrolled a roll of toilet paper, splashed and soaked himself with toilet water, and pried open a bottle of Vicks VapoRub and greased down the tub. In order to compartmentalize Wesley from his usual bathroom curiosities, I stick him in the shower, shut the door, and playtime ensues. Glass shower doors are terrific for peek-a-boo, playing open and close, and funny faces... even Carly gets in on the act. It's always a party during potty-time at our house.
8 comments:
I thought you were going to tell me that you had W potty trained. I was going to have to kill you.
Maddy-
Ha! That would be a miracle!
I thououhgt the same thing, that Wes was potty trained. haha
Okay, I guess I'm confusing people when I say that my kids have superpowers... what I mean is they have this sixth sense and they ALWAYS know when I'm going to be in the bathroom... for whatever reason.
me too. i hate it. i need to stop letting isaac in now that he's 3. it's getting weird.
i know what you mean about potty parties - its a shame that are party poopers :)
That shirt on Wes is perfect for this blog. Love the pics.
Lol. That's hilarious. The joys of having kids. Can't say I'm looking forward to an audience when I'm doing the..well...you know what
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