Llella did disss.....
The life of a parent is filled with tiny moments of joy, moments that seem to validate your parental efforts. We've even given these events a name, a moniker. Developmental Milestones. I should be happy for today I witnessed the passing of yet another mile marker. No, I'm still buying Pampers. I know the good folks over there are giving each other high fives about that. And no, the twins have not learned to dress themselves although Zander is getting very good at pulling his pants down. More words? Complete sentences? Not really. They are adding new words and sounds every day but it's so subtle and gradual that it's really hard to consider this a milestone. So what is it?, you ask. What have they learned to do? And why aren't you happy?
Today, the twins drank from a cup. That's right! Totally unaided and on their own accord they chose today as the breakout day. They used the small Dixie cups we keep on the kids sink in the bathroom. They had gone up there on their own and I could hear the laughter and squeals of joy. It sounded like they were having a good time---too good. I am contractually bound as a card carrying parent to put the kibosh on such frivolity so I trudged upstairs. I heard the plastic cup fall to the floor spilling it's contents. Zander met me at the top of the stairs, shirt completely soaked, right pants leg so wet the water was literally pooling at his feet. I sighed.....heavily. He started singing like Sammy "the Bull" Gravano.
"Llella did disss." Pointing at his sister, just as soaked, who was now holding the plastic cup offering it up to me as if she were presenting the very blood of Christ. "Llella did disss," Zander kept repeating in the background. "Llella did disss."
It looked like a water main had burst. Every square inch of the bathroom floor was soaked. The bathmats were dripping wet. The only thing dry in the bathroom-----the sink. That's right. The twins had worked their way upstairs, went into the bathroom, carefully selected a Dixie cup from the sink, and taught themselves how to drink. From.....the.....toilet.
Today, the twins drank from a cup. That's right! Totally unaided and on their own accord they chose today as the breakout day. They used the small Dixie cups we keep on the kids sink in the bathroom. They had gone up there on their own and I could hear the laughter and squeals of joy. It sounded like they were having a good time---too good. I am contractually bound as a card carrying parent to put the kibosh on such frivolity so I trudged upstairs. I heard the plastic cup fall to the floor spilling it's contents. Zander met me at the top of the stairs, shirt completely soaked, right pants leg so wet the water was literally pooling at his feet. I sighed.....heavily. He started singing like Sammy "the Bull" Gravano.
"Llella did disss." Pointing at his sister, just as soaked, who was now holding the plastic cup offering it up to me as if she were presenting the very blood of Christ. "Llella did disss," Zander kept repeating in the background. "Llella did disss."
It looked like a water main had burst. Every square inch of the bathroom floor was soaked. The bathmats were dripping wet. The only thing dry in the bathroom-----the sink. That's right. The twins had worked their way upstairs, went into the bathroom, carefully selected a Dixie cup from the sink, and taught themselves how to drink. From.....the.....toilet.
So close to home... my son is 23 months old. I know all about the water soaked floor!!!
It was almost too funny to get upset about. I don't know what it is with kids and water.
Oh man, that's funny and fairly gross.
Yeah, next milestone----teaching the three oldest how to flush!
I'm all about the kids having a good time and playing and learning about water... but dude that's just gross! 8-\
Happy Monday!
Guess who got a nice Sunday aternoon bath? And toothbrushing?
What? You're not meant to drink from the toilet?
Well, there was that cat I had back in college that did all the time. But I didn't encourage him.
The only consolation to that story may be the Oprah show where they tested different for germs in parts of the house of a woman who was totally OCD about cleaning. There were actually thousands of times more germs in the sink than in the toilet.
I would have to hold on to that. :o)
And on the up side, think how much more water could have been involved if they had had an unlimited supply from the sink. LOL
So you're saying there is a silver lining?
It's stories like this that make me wish my kids hadn't grown up so fast because that is some funny stuff!
Any time you feel the need to re-live those happy days just give me a call. I'll be more than happy to send them your way for a bit.
Wonderful stuff, just superb precious memories, keep writing them down because I sure as hell can't remember any milestones like that with my two.
Having said that my 19 year old has just found a video tape copy of "The nightmare before christmas" and made me dig out a video player from the back of a cupboard, hook it up to the TV and she's now sat there watching it engrossed again just like she was when I bought it for them on christmas eve 12 years ago - and their mother blamed me for their nightmares all over christmas
I have of course just reminded her that she had those nightmares when she watched it as a seven year old
Wow, I have never seen that one. I can't believe it's been out that long. I suppose I should wait just a few more years before exposing my lot to it. Zoe (my oldest) is just 6. On the other hand, they absolutely love The Wizard of Oz. Those flying monkeys still scare me!
OMG! Just be glad, under the circumstances, that Pampers ARE still in the picture!
More silver lining. Thanks!
Don't feel bad. My son is almost 5, and I found him playing with his toy boat in the toilet just the other day!
I have a feeling they may have been coerced by big brother and sisters but nobody is talking.
Man, toys in the toilet equals toys in the trash. Ugg!