Priceless

Hand-washing little boy shorts because he peed on the back of them at church while using the toilet, because I had already used the spare set in the diaper bag when he peed on the floor at the fabric store the day before? Well, maybe not priceless, but certainly something I had not done before. Unfortunately, I will probably have to repeat that feat, and even though I vowed to put another spare change of clothes back in the diaper bag, I was also making mental notes as to the best technique to achieve a clean pair of shorts with the least amount of water spreading to other areas of the shorts.

Pictures later today. Not of me cleaning the shorts in the bathroom, but of the kids, unsoiled.

He Says He Wants To Be A Fireman....

Kellan, just being potty trained, has some issues with aiming. This morning he climbed up on the the "big potty" and before he was situated started peeing. It was like in the movies when the fire hose gets turned on but nobody's holding onto it, and it sprays all over the place. You've seen that kind of scene before, right? Anyways, he peed on my leg, my arm, his blanket, all over his pants, and in his face. He was so mad, and I was so mad, but now that it's all cleaned up, it's pretty funny. Here's to the next little body I have to train at being a better aimer! (And if she's not I'm going to shoot myself.)