Friday, May 27, 2005
Potty Time: #2
Considering the fact that the weather has been getting warmer, we wanted to upgrade our pool. That's right, I've earned enough money in my illustrious career to be able to afford a pool. And you can do the same. Just head to your local grocery store and pick up one of the 3 ft. diameter blue plastic pools. But I digress. As I said, I upgraded. I am now the proud owner of a 5 ft. diameter blue plastic pool. Keep your envy and jealousy to yourself.
Now the other day was a nice and sunny day, perfect for lounging poolside. Had my shorts on, shades on, and cold beer in hand. And Junior wants to go swimming. No problem, I think. We'll just get him changed into some swimmable diapers and swim trunks and we'll be ready to rock and roll. Well, Junior had different plans. He practically jumped out of his clothes, ripping his diaper off and waving it over his head as if carrying a flag into battle.
Oh well, no big deal, he's a little kid and I've got a fence around my back yard. Don't want to locals getting a view of my extravagant pool. So I sit poolside, watching as he frolics and plays. And on one of his attempts to enter the goliath pool, he ends up with his feet on the patio and hands in the pool bent over and providing quite the portrait. It was at this time that I received a visual representation of the term "turtle headin'".
Recovering quickly from the shock of what I have just seen, my body shifts into "daddy mode". I pick Junior up and tell him it's potty time, which elicits a big grin from the lad. We rush to the toilet all the while I hoping that nothing drops on the carpet. When the doody is done, there is a fan fare of high fives and applause and grins from mommy and daddy.
As a reward for not soiling his pants, the back yard, the patio, or the carpet, it's time to try on the "big boy" underwear. And boy was he excited.
Well, he ran around for the next hour or so in a brand new pair of tighty whiteys, completely unfettered by the remembrance of the old bulky diaper.
And that's when I noticed the puddle on the kitchen floor.
Needless to say, we have not yet graduated from the potty academy. ¶ 8:00 AM
Now the other day was a nice and sunny day, perfect for lounging poolside. Had my shorts on, shades on, and cold beer in hand. And Junior wants to go swimming. No problem, I think. We'll just get him changed into some swimmable diapers and swim trunks and we'll be ready to rock and roll. Well, Junior had different plans. He practically jumped out of his clothes, ripping his diaper off and waving it over his head as if carrying a flag into battle.
Oh well, no big deal, he's a little kid and I've got a fence around my back yard. Don't want to locals getting a view of my extravagant pool. So I sit poolside, watching as he frolics and plays. And on one of his attempts to enter the goliath pool, he ends up with his feet on the patio and hands in the pool bent over and providing quite the portrait. It was at this time that I received a visual representation of the term "turtle headin'".
Recovering quickly from the shock of what I have just seen, my body shifts into "daddy mode". I pick Junior up and tell him it's potty time, which elicits a big grin from the lad. We rush to the toilet all the while I hoping that nothing drops on the carpet. When the doody is done, there is a fan fare of high fives and applause and grins from mommy and daddy.
As a reward for not soiling his pants, the back yard, the patio, or the carpet, it's time to try on the "big boy" underwear. And boy was he excited.
Well, he ran around for the next hour or so in a brand new pair of tighty whiteys, completely unfettered by the remembrance of the old bulky diaper.
And that's when I noticed the puddle on the kitchen floor.
Needless to say, we have not yet graduated from the potty academy. ¶ 8:00 AM
