Bathroom Hijinks

The ladies over at Pinks & Blues are having a giveaway...one that gives me a good excuse to tell a couple entertaining bathroom stories. So...

A couple of years ago, soon in Josh's potty training days I tried to get him to go sitting down, so the idea wouldn't be too foreign to him. Unfortunately, boy's anatomy doesn't jive with that position and soon I heard..."MOM! I made a fountain!" Clean up on aisle 7.

Oddly, we've had the same experience with Ellie recently. How so you ask? I have no idea. Girls should naturally pee down, right? Guess not! "MOM! I peed OVER!" Clean up aisle 7.

In our efforts to potty train Ellie, I wanted to encourage her to wear undies as often as possible. She really got into this. It was great. Until we needed to go to the grocery store. She INSISTED on wearing her "Ponies" undies to the store. (cue ominous music here) I thought "This is going to be great, this will add to my wonderful adventures at the store. Now I can be the lady streaking down the aisles with a little girl holding herself and yelling, "I GOTTA PEE!" So we went with a quick prayer under my breath and three kids in tow. Owen, our little 4 month old, was not a fan of his car seat at the time and often would fuss after being in there after awhile. I had the idea to preempt his fussiness by putting him the Baby Bjorn carrier. The carrier is great, but after 3 kids, it's a bit stretched, so you occasionally feel the need to keep a hand on the front of him so he won't go spilling out onto the floor. All was going well, until..." Mom, I gotta pee." OK. I was ready for this. Off we went, swiftly and eagerly to encounter our first public bathroom. We all piled into the handicap stall, you know, the ones with the REALLY high seats. I realized that she wouldn't be able to get up there by herself. OK. I needed to help her, but I also needed to keep a hand on Owen so he wouldn't fall out. OK. Here goes. I squatted right in front of the toilet (too close for my comfort) and lifted Ellie onto the seat. At that moment, Owen, who is actually sleeping at this point, startles, and just about ends up on top of Ellie face forward in the toilet. That was one close call. But, we all survived. Oh, and Ellie didn't really need to pee. Apparently, she got the memo from toddlerville that says it's funny to see your momma rush you to the bathroom only to sit, smile
and say, "No pee coming, mom?!"