Good Ol’ Bowl of….

Joe? Soup? Goulash?

Nope, that’s not what was in my bowl today. Not at all. Today has been dreary here. The skies are grey, the rain is freezing/sleeting/slushing/who the heck knows, and my kids are stir crazy.

And it’s only the last week of November.

Seriously.

Anyways, today I have tried to keep the kids busy as I prepare for Thanksgiving. Today we have colored….my walls…with not so washable markers. Now I have a nice green smudge and a smear all over the wall.

We have climbed….me….while I was nursing the baby.

We have made food….and spilled it everywhere.

We have pooped our pants. Well he has, I’m still holding it because I can’t get a break to poop at all.

Actually, while I was cleaning said pants and starting a load of poop and pee filled laundry all while trying not to let the baby crawl into the bathroom. I hear Son1 call for me. “Hold on and I’ll come get some underwear on you!” I yell back as I push “Start” on the washer. I turn to walk down the hallway towards the front room walking at a crawlers pace as I follow Son2 in that direction. As I come to the end Son1 runs around the corner carefully holding one of his blue snack bowls.

“Mom look!” he shows me with delight. There’s liquid in the blue bowl. What in the world? I carefully take the blue bowl from him so he doesn’t spill and I notice it’s warm. Oh God no.

I ask him the question on everybody’s mind. “What is this??”

“PEE PEE!!!!” he shouts in delight. Why of course? How could I not be happy he peed in a snack bowl??

“Oh honey. Why did you pee in the bowl?”

No response. He’s confused that I’m not as ecstatic as him about his accomplishment in successfully not only aiming his man parts, but also peeing in any sort of container outside of the bathroom. I knew this was coming. I knew it was looming in my future. I’ve heard many stories about other mothers trying to potty train their sons and having them obsessed with peeing everywhere except the potty. I knew/know that men never ever outgrow this facination. I just thought I could outrun it a little while longer.

*sigh*

“Baby, where are you supposed to go pee?”

“In the potty!” He smiles at the correct answer.

“Yes. Next time please go pee in the potty.”

“Make Mom so happy?” He questions.

“Yes, it’ll make Mommy happy.” I answer as I exasperatedly pour the urine into the potty and then wash and sanitize the now tarnished blue snack bowl.

He smiles and goes off on his own to play while I stare in disbelief.

Yes, my friends, this afternoon my son brought me a good ol’ bowl of piss. Yippee!