In my life I never imagined I would ever utter the phrase 'Please don't pee on that.' Much less be writing about it in a blog that other people would actually read. I never actually said these words out loud until I potty trained Tiny Tot. Potty training was a breeze. Seriously it was. Tiny Tot had just turned 2 and I was preggers with #2. There was no way in hell I was changing 2 kids in diapers and the cost of diapering 2 kids had me sweating. So, I picked a weekend and had the duty done by Sunday. It was great! For months and months he peed only in the potty. Every time he said he had to go I would frantically seek out a bathroom and was then running like a wild women to it. We never had an accident and I began to slowly let go of that constant fear that he was going to regress. Once I began to relax he began to experiment. It started out small and gradually progressed. At first it was the occasional going in the bath tub. Then I was emptying the garbage can in the bathroom only to find about 2 inches of peepee in the bottom of that. I mean either he really had to go or I have to learn to empty the garbage more. This little habit actually went on for weeks. In fact every time I change the cans now I actually expect soggy tissues! Then in the summer he began to experiment going potty outside. (Which he learned from watching his father and which actually comes in handy when your at the park or some other place without a suitable bathroom.LOL) Basically, what I'm saying is I only wanted him to pee outside when its convenient for me. Am I sending the wrong message here? He would be outside on the swing set and then next thing I'd know his pants were down and he was peeing on the swing, the slide, the bushes. Peeing off the top of the slide or out the clubhouse window. Lovely! I wonder what the neighbors thought? Seeing a little boy with his pants down peeing off the top of the slide is shocking enough. But to then see a crazy and enormously pregnant women yelling and running through the yard to deal with it might be a little much. No matter how many times I tried to explain how inappropriate this sort of behavior was it just didn't seem to sink in. (Hopefully it does by next summer) Eventually, I got too tired and too busy to go out every time, so I just repeat the phrase 'boys will be boys' and pray to God this little thing is just a phase that won't land him in jail one day. This is just one of the many idiotic things I say in my daily life. I don't even think about it any more. But ironically while talking to my dear friend B about a name for my blog I had to utter the very phrase 'please don't pee on that' and it just sort of seemed a perfect fit for my perfect life. Enjoy all my random tales of Motherhood, Marriage and Job.