First a little housekeeping. It was a big weekend at the Russ residence. First Mr. B pooped for the first time in the potty! Yeah! He followed that up with three poops in his pants. Boo. He has had his first taste of success, so I'm hopeful that we have turned the corner (or more likely, we've reached the corner and will be turning it soon).
As if that wasn't enough, Miss L took her first steps! (We have plenty of video, but the Wife is featured prominently as I was the videographer, so it won't be aired here.) We figured she was close, as she could stand unassisted and was only hanging on to my fingers while walking as a security measure. I figured she would have been walking sooner than her brother, instead of several months after him, but he was a little too good at getting down on her level and crawling or just flat out brought her what she needed/wanted.
I guess life just got a little more interesting for me.
Now on to the main body of the post.
The family made a trip to see Grandma and Grandpa. To no one's surprise my sister and Damien were there as well.
After the usual fights over toys, totally normal for a two and three year old I'm well aware, and a brief but odd debate with my sister over how best to deal with a tomato hornworm it was time for Mr. B to pee pee. My sister, who wants Damien to be potty trained this summer, encouraged him to accompany Mr. B to the potty.
Now the rest of this is hearsay as I was busy rolling my eyes with my Father at my sister's inability to deal with garden pests.
I heard Mr. B "making bubbles", followed by some cheering, which was followed by a SLAM! As you might guess, there was plenty of crying to follow that. It would seem that Damien, who was tired of not having the attension on him, slammed the toilet seat onto Mr. B's cannoli.
For some reason, Damien didn't get a spanking, time out, or even a stern (enough for my taste) talking to. Nope, all he got a "we don't do that Buddy!" (Frackin' Right we don't do that!)
Needless to say, Damien will not be invited to go pee pee with Mr. B anymore. He can learn from watching his Father.
Reasons.
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6 comments:
Ouch.
Flashbacks.
OMG! I would have totally bitched my sister out if that had happened to my boy at the hands of her kid!
Poor Mr. B might be traumatized for life!!
All this potty talk is not good for my lunch time. Congrats on Miss L's beginning steps.
She starts walking, your gonna start running...
You don't do that to "Buddy"?!?
You don't do that to ANYONE!
Also? Yay for dropping the kids off at the pool and first steps.
3 poops, i rember when i first weent i did 5 ppoops...oops
Yeah for poop in the potty!!!
Did you ever think you would get SO excited over POOP?
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