Last sunday, Sean and I were getting the twins ready for bed. A favorite game of theirs is to dash away as soon as their diapers are off and run naked around the room while we try to catch them.
P must have been in a very mischevioius mood that day because instead of running around furiously, he turned towards us, and with a twinkle in his eye, very purposefully peed on the floor and then laughed.
What a turkey!!
It was rather obvious that he was able to control certain bodily functions with great precision, so I ran him to the potty and he was happy to go pee like a big boy. His twin brother followed behind and had his turn on the big throne too.
Now since then, there has been a trail of toilet paper, pants and diapers strewn all over the place. Fights have erupted over the little potty and the big potty and flushing rights. I'm telling you, everything with twins is just that much crazier.
The thrill was, of course, flushing the toilet after he was done. I suppose this has been the thrill all along, and perhaps that's why they both have been visiting the potty every 5 minutes all morning. I have since fished a sippy cup full of milk and a hand towel out of the potty, wiped up many misses, and am just about to take two advil for a headache.
Note to self: buy two potties next time God lovingly blesses us with twins.
Note to husband: HIRE A CLEANING LADY!