Killing a Fly with a Ukulele: Toilet Training

I am the Mum.
If life was a circus, I would be the plate-juggling lady with monkeys on her shoulders who stands on one leg on a horse's back as it canters around the ring.

I am the Writer.
I use too many commas, dashes and dot-dot-dots, and I often start sentences with conjunctions because I like my blog to look the way it sounds in my mind.

I am the Hero.
Life is a bit like a superhero action comic, except that the superheroes are tiny children dressed in super-suits who possess no actual powers, while I just get them food, break up fights and clean their super-suits.

20 February 2012

Toilet Training

Woody is doing pretty well MINUS nappies, PLUS Batman Undies. I am pretty proud of him. Today was the first day without any accidents at all - he has a policy of having one accident a day, so today was an achievement.

However some of the successful toilet trips involved some inaccuracies. The poor little guy, despite trying his best to "point it down in" as he usually does, managed to wet his Batman undies, his shorts, his shirt, the mat on the floor, my capris, my shirt, and worst of all, his fringe (bangs).

Later in the day as I was reflecting on the wet hair, I realised that perhaps I should have washed his face at the time. Poor little guy.

5 comments:

Unknown said...: Ewww. haha! I've just had girls so I've never got to experience the joys of teaching them to aim!; 21 February, 2012 02:06
Alison said...: Oh man, poor guy! You just had so much else to clean that you didn't think about his face. Mr. Blue never got his face, but clothes, shoes, and the shower curtain...check!; 21 February, 2012 02:38
Tracy P. said...: Oh my! How can he be old enough for that?? If he didn't complain about "that bad smell", and no one shunned him for the rest of the day, I think it all turned out ok!; 21 February, 2012 05:29
The Accidental Housewife said...: Oh no! Fire hose! I would say I'm glad I have girls, except one time Peanut stood up while she was weeing, and the collateral damage was extensive, and included a fair bit of me. And then she laughed. Huh.

Well done Woody on a dry day!; 21 February, 2012 06:09
Hippomanic Jen said...: So glad that you had a dryish day despite the fairly determined No-OH! you were getting early on about going to the toilet.; 21 February, 2012 14:43

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20 February 2012

Toilet Training

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