It's a flood!

Ok, I am seeing a theme of my life here in these pages. You would think that I would have more to write about then poop and the bathroom but, you would be wrong! So here I go with yet another bathroom story to enliven your day.

I was busy chatting with a friend on the phone this afternoon when Carsen yelled at me from the other room. Now knowing the tone of his voice it did not seem like an emergency and being on the phone I chose ignore the initial call. ---Along with the 2nd call--- that seemed a little more stressed but still not enough to get me off the couch. THEN...there came the blood curdling scream "MOOMMMM"... which vaulted me from my phone haze and I ran around the corner to be met with a torrent of water running down the hallway..Subconsciously I think I knew that it was probably toilet water because I hesitated for just a split second before plunging through the stream when I heard Carsen scream again. I get to the bathroom and see him pressed so far up against the wall to avoid the water (which he thinks is just pee) that he has almost levitating. A strange noise is coming out of him because to his horror he is wet from "pee" from about midshin down. To include his favorite "Joshy" sandals. Now thinking on my feet I quickly turn the valve off to stop the flow and grab my traumatized child from the bathroom where the water is deep and place him in the hallway where it is only shallow. He does his best to try and scale the side of me to avoid getting any further "pee" on himself. I finally get him to the dry island called the laundry room where he continues on in shock. The rest of the story consists of large beach towels and lots of disinfectant for us all! So this brings my total up to 3 bathroom stories in approximately a week. Maybe three's a charm...or maybe not....because after all tomorrow is another day.

Livin in a boys world

You know, you think that you have it all figured out with the first kid. You will have all the answers at the ready when asked etc.etc. ..right up until the 3 year old walks in on you in the bathroom and poses the question, "Where does your pee come from?" So with my tried and true stalling style I respond, "What do you mean?" He then continues with, "Does pee come from your willy?" I then explain that "Girls don't have willy's" Hoping that this will cover it and he will move onto something else but nooooo... he then says, "Does it come from your wiener?" OH GREAT!! Now I am laughing and still not really wanting to go into any details or teach him any new words because the only thing I can think of at that moment is that one movie with the little boy that stands up in class and says "Boys have a penis, girls have a vagina." fortunately, I dodged any further bullets by placing his Batman soup in front of him. Thank goodness I bought the batman soup and not just plain noodle soup!!

This is one of those days that remind me why I love Autumn so much. Warm days, kids in costumes at a pumpkin patch does it get any better then this??

Fashion statement or victim???

So how do you tell your 8 year old that what he has chosen to wear to school is...shall we say, not cool... without hurting his self esteem/feeling etc..? Today it was a camo sweatshirt with only one black glove on. When I asked if he wanted the other his reply was "No I don't need it." REALLY You don't need it? "No really I don't need it." OK! So off I send him on his way to the bus hoping that he does not spin around and moon walk to the corner. Up until now he has not cared about what he wears therefore I have picked out everything however those days seem to be coming to an end as he is now exerting his independence on the issue. His favorite things to wear seem to be camo and his favorite color is hunters orange. I think he gets his style from his dad! It took me about 7 years and some help from my friends to make Wes realize that his favorite shirt was not the fashion statement that he thought.

Breaking the ice...

Ok so this is it. I am a blogger now. So I am going to jump right in with a poop story since it happened while I was setting this thing up. My youngest Carsen calls to me from the bathroom where he had disappeared about 10 minutes before yelling "bathroom, bathroom, bathroom" now knowing how he likes his privacy in these matters and it is not unusual for him to be in there that long I had no worries right up until the point that he opens the door and says, "little help in here" Well, after I took a deep breath knowing that it was not going to be a pleasant sight to come upon I proceeded to the door. Well, he had made it to the toilet in time but had not left enough time to put the seat down before he sitting therefore it was brown, brown all around. And there he was with his little pant around his ankles the vanilla air freshener in one hand and his socks in the other. To his credit he was trying to clean everything up with these two items. When that was not working he wisely decided to call in back up. He told me that he couldn't get it clean but it "smells good" So it is situations like these that I am learning to "respond to the situation instead of react to the situation." (tip from a parenting lecture my husband and I attended last week.) Sure I had to scrub the whole bathroom and my child but on the bright side it gave me a story to break the ice and welcome you to a slice of my life.