Potty All The Time

not from this particular story, but the face looked about the same

"Mommy! I went to the bathroom and didn't potty on you today! Are you so happy?!"

These were the words I heard flying out of Emmy's mouth about 12 hours after she had, indeed, pottied on her mommy. We started our daily bedtime routine with the usual chase down the hallway. Brin made it to the bathroom first and as I got her undressed she hollered "potty, potty, potty" until I finally set her on the toilet. We all know that she is increasingly curious about what goes on up there, so we sat her on the pot and waited. She started pulling a ridiculous amount of toilet paper and shoving it between her legs. That's when it happened. She peed on her own hand. As grossed out as I was when she pulled her hand up, checked it out, then played with her hair, I was pretty pleased that she pottied in the toilet. Yay! I guess....

Emmy was up next. Dancing her little potty dance as soon as she got the clothes off. Once that cold air hits, she's gotta go NOW! She jumps up on the toilet, then realizes there's a book she'd like to read on the counter. As she leans back to get it, she forgets that she's in the middle of something. I'm squatted down in front of her picking up dirty clothes when it hits. "What in the world is that" goes through my head about 1/2 a second before I look up and see a golden stream usually reserved for the fellas. Of course I'm wearing a tank top. Why wouldn't I be? I'm also wearing socks. GREAT. Pee on the arm, the hand and the socks. Also, it's all over the floor and rug.

Brin is trying to play in it while I quickly start the water. I forbid Emmy from moving, because I know the second she gets down, she'll slip, fall and be covered in it as well. Mike is no where to be found. Shocker. After a solid juggling act of cleaners, towels, rugs and children, I get the floor cleaned up and the girls bathed and dressed for bed. Mike magically appears to help finish the process as I tell him I'm off to shower myself. He looks confused. I let him know I've been covered in urine for about 10 minutes and I'd like to rinse off. I left the conversation at that point. The story won't be funny until the girls are asleep.

So the next morning after Emmy goes to the bathroom...

"Mommy! I went to the bathroom and didn't potty on you today! Are you so happy?!"

Is exactly what I needed to hear.

this is just cute