So, some people have been asking me how toilet training has been going for the boys. They have been going pretty consistently when we sit them down to use the bathroom, but still will go in their diaper or their pull-up. I’m not too concerned yet and am just pleased that they are so willing to try.

Tonight, however, I wanted to throw in the towel. As Todd spent nearly two hours on the phone with our internet and cable provider, I got the kids ready for bed. Part of this included using the bathroom. They sat down side by side on their little toilets and did what they had to do. I was sitting on the floor getting diapers, pajamas, (and duct tape) ready when Jackson came running out of the bathroom, climbed on me, and grabbed either side of my face with each of his two little hands screaming “I did it! I did it!” I was congratulating him and praising him while trying to figure out why my own pants were wet. Surely, I didn’t pee myself? I am getting old. I am super sensitive to smells. As I was wondering about my wet pants, I smelled urine up close and instantly realized that one of those cute little hands that was on my face was wet. With urine. With my son’s urine. I had a mini panic attack, refrained from barfing, and then went to investigate the bathroom situation. Apparently, Jackson swirled his hand around in the mini toilet bowl, accidentally dumped it over, and then walked through it as he came out to see me. This explains the wetness on my own pants. One of his socks was saturated, and he kindly transferred it to me. After stopping Joseph from doing the same thing (he had his hand in the bowl splashing, but didn’t have a chance to do anything else) I hosed them down, cleaned the bathroom and put them to bed. I hope they read this post one day and buy me something pretty.

I say this often, but it’s a good thing they are cute.