I felt the need to call my sister today and offer admiration for her position in life. You see, she has 2 small boys AND a husband. Where am I going with this you ask? Kalvin is quickly mastering the art of pottying and he has since informed me that he will no longer be sitting down to pee. "Big boys pee like this mommy!" The scene plays out like this: Kalvin stands NEAR the potty and takes aim. Without fail his "water pressure" is always off a bit from what he expects and by the time he figures out the correct distance/pressure ratio his stream is diminishing into a dribble that ends up on the seat, floor, or running down his legs. The result is a magnitude of pee on the floor, walls, seat, well.... anywhere but in the potty; and, if we're lucky, a couple of drops find their way into the bowl. I wait until we've done the potty express routine (see our previous blog) and he's busy eating his peppermint candy, then I go back into the bathroom with my hazmat suit for a clean up/restoration attempt. I don't attempt the cleanup in front of him, or make an issue of the over/under/sideways/upside-down spray for two reasons: 1. I'm proud of the progress he's making and pray that aim and pressure control will come with experience (although seeing the bathrooms of some men- ahem, i'm not holding my breath) and 2. because he is so proud of himself (and he should be!) that he is blind to the urine that has landed anywhere but where it is supposed to!
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