Most importantly of note, Carter is now sleeping blissfully in a Big Boy Bed. That transition occurred on Sunday and although I knew in my heart of Mom-hearts that C was ready, I didn't once take into account that I may not be.
Oh my tugged and happy heartstrings!
However, I digress. I return later this week to write about that Transition. For now, I'm checking in to share a Situation that I only previously thought to be a myth in Toddlerdom.
The Un-Diapered Naked Toddler Mile.
Let's recall the first occurrence, shall we? Early last week, The Husband had just arrived home from work, The Toddler greeting him at the front door clad only in his usual post-dinner-diaper-change attire of a t-shirt and Pampers Cruiser Size 6.
After the routine hug and kiss, Carter is off and running about the first floor as The Husband and I catch up while standing in the kitchen. Suddenly, my Mom-Radar perks as the house becomes eerily silent. Before I can leave my relaxed post at the counter, a completely naked Toddler comes careening down the foyer hallway, straight into the kitchen.
Looking pleased as pie with his new, shall we say, freedom.
The Husband and I take one look at each other and the Naked Toddler before erupting in a fit of uncontrollable laughter. I quickly scoop up Mr. Uninhibited and carry him into the living room to retrieve his bottoms.
That's when I see it.
The Impervious Wee-Wee Puddle right smack in the middle of my beautiful quatrefoil rug. Just inches away from the happily discarded Pampers Cruiser Size 6.
"Umm, honey? Our child peed on the floor."
Just when I thought I had this Mom-Of-Boys-Thing down, my child goes and pees on the floor.
And Loyals? There's a reason I referenced The First Occurrence. You see, it has happened two more times since then. The Un-Diapering followed by the Naked Mile culminating in The Peeing On The Floor.
Oh dear, me. I truly believe God knew what he was doing when he gave me a son and further more what he was doing when he blessed us with another Little Weenie to cultivate. I cannot french braid for the life of me and I'm terrible at painting nails, so it seems only fitting that I am a Mom Of Boys.
But Peeing On Things? I'm so not ready for this. Could someone please pass the duct tape?