Poop Emergency

So my Dad picked up Bulldozer at 8:30 this morning to take him to play with his friend. Hubby and I have only one child present today, it feels awfully weird and I have forgotten how much easier taking care of one kid is than two! First item on the agenda, to let the wee little one roll around diaperless in the living room. I get that look from the Husband and the obvious question, "why?" Well for one he's had some diaper rash and I think the air would do his bum some good. Two, it's cute what more do you want? Off goes the diaper and within the first thirty seconds he decides to sprinkle. Have you ever seen a baby pee when they're lying face down on a surface? The stream gushes upwards like a fountain, it's actually quite amusing! Hubby does not look amused. Not even two minutes later we notice a brown heap emerging from the depths of his little butt. Yikes. Helpless looks between the two of us... The heap keeps rising and the look on Hubby's face gets more and more disgusted. I on the other hand stifle laughs (which doesn't really work) for the sake of the one who must clean up the mess! An excellent start to the day!

Pee In The Potty

A few days ago when Bulldozer woke up I asked him if he'd like to wear his "big boy underwear". He very enthusiastically said "YES!". I had bought him Hanes boxer-briefs to look just like Daddy - yes people, you know what my Husband wears! The underwear were adorable, multi-coloured with the band of elastic just like adult underwear. So we start out with boxers number one. Bulldozer is playing in his room and calls me to come... I walk in to see a puddle of pee in front of his bookshelf, right in the corner. I give him the "Accidents happen, Mommy will change your underwear and next time we'll just go to the potty." Pair of boxers number two. I walk into his room just in time to catch him back in his corner, relieving his bladder again. I say the same schpeel. boxers number three. This time I offer to bring his potty right into his room, he agrees so I set it up right in his pee place. Third time's a charm. He makes it to the potty and when he's done I offer to let him empty the pot and clean it out. If there's anything that responds well to Bulldozer it's cleaning! He has a great dumping the pee out in the toilet, putting soap into the pot and then rinsing it out with water. After setting the potty back up I drag my butt to do laundry again. Not even five minutes later... "MOMMY, MOMMY, MOMMY, I DO IT!" I run into the room and Bulldozer's peed the equivalent to two drops of pee. He picks up the pot and it's off to the bathroom to complete the whole cleaning ritual again! This happened another two times (peeing drops into the potty) until he peed himself and then wanted to wear a diaper again. I'm wondering ... how does one child have so much pee in him?

Amusing Anecdotes

Sometimes I am so glad that all the "funny" things happen to my husband and not me! For instance, shortly after my Hubby started his paternity leave I thought I was overdue for a day of shopping. I left him with both boys and he decided he would take them out for lunch. I'm sorting through racks of clothing when he texts me that he "peed all over his leg"!!! I burst out laughing in the middle of the store, much to the amusement of the people around me! So naturally I call him back to ask him what happened (I mean besides peeing all over himself) and this is what he tells me: He has wee little one in the stroller beside him at the urinal... Bulldozer is standing next to him when all of a sudden he bumps him. Hubby then proceeds to sprinkle (actually I mean more like shower) all the way down his leg! See what happens when I leave him alone for a few minutes!

Then today I get back from the Doctor and we're sitting on the couch catching up when totally out of nowhere Bulldozer decides he should bite Hubby's, ummmm, penis! He never bites! What prompted the kid to take a bite out of Daddy, I still don't understand. Of course I obligingly told him "we don't bite!" but inside I was falling apart with laughter.