This week’s guest post contributor is Michelle. She is a stay at home mom, blogger, tea drinker and avid reader. When she’s not refereeing her three kids, she blogs at I’m Living the Good Life and Family Friendly Cincinnati.
They say summer time is the best time to potty train. Especially for boys. Let them run around bare butt and pee where they’d like. That is gross. But, since I’m a little lazy, I go with it.
Shhhh…it’s kind of a secret I’m keeping from my husband.
He’s afraid the neighbors will think we are a bunch of hillbillies if they see the boys taking a leak in the front yard. He obviously doesn’t know that I sit out front drinking my peach wine with an ice cube in it, relaxing on a lawn chair while videotaping the kids racing down our driveway on tricycles, big wheels and scooters. He works the second shift, and it turns into a circus at our house around 4:00pm.
That’s our little secret…except I’m sure the neighbors have it figured out.
So, about this potty training business. With our first son, who is now nine, it was horrible. He hated the potty and was terrified of it. It took months to potty train him.
Next up, Middle Child. He wasn’t so bad. But, he’s a fan of peeing outside and especially likes to pee off the deck that’s on the second floor.
His bladder is also so tiny that he insists he’s “gotta go now!” as soon as we get out of the van from the grocery. He cannot wait to walk up the twenty feet of sidewalk to the front door and then down the hall through our ginormous mansion to the toilet. So he whips it out right there on the front sidewalk.
Since he’s now five, and is no longer potty training, I like to discourage this. Now all the times my husband and I disagreed on potty training techniques are coming back to bite me in the butt.
Last summer I noticed on a few different occasions that our little white Westie came back in from her potty time with yellow streaks on her back. I know you see where I’m going with this, but hang in there. Naively, I thought maybe she had brushed under a bush or some flowers and it was pollen. Then I figured it out: Middle Child had been taking a whiz on her. He’d been doing his business in the backyard while she frolicked in his golden shower.
It was then that I heard myself scream:
Luckily, I’ve never had to say it again.
Your turn to fess up.
What’s the strangest/grossest place you’ve urinated?
Yeah. We had a fence removed that left a big hole in the ground. This hole was promptly named The Pee Pee Hole. Every boy on the street wanted to take a whizz in it. I’m not kidding: boys of all ages were coming over to aim for the hole.
It’s probably good that we moved to a new neighborhood.
What boy could resist that?! They do like a challenge!
Wow she did not just say “ginormous mansion”. Wow.
Ode to hyperbole!
Haha yes…
Ohhhh this is perfect for me today. My four year old boy was sent home from preschool yesterday with a note telling us that he PEED on another kid’s pants in the bathroom! This tops the chart of the many inappropriate pee incidents we’ve had with him. Peeing in my favorite water bottle is a close second….. Misery loves company, right?
You are not alone! Maybe he just needs to work on his aim 😉
Umm. And I’ve peed behind a tree on the 4th hole of a swanky golf course.
Back seat in a cooler of a guy’s car. When you have to pee REALLY bad in your in the middle of Jersey City, NJ, you take what you can get. And don’t get out of the car.
Hey, when you gotta go, you gotta go! No judging here! Trust me, I’m in no position to do that.
Thank you! LMAO!!!
We have a small rooster garden statue in the back yard. It’s got a chunk of his head missing. My son pees on the rooster. I’ve taken to calling it the potty rooster.
Um… my two boys convinced their younger SISTER that girls pee standing up in the yard.
Nice! Now it makes sense…my daughter keeps saying “I want to pee like a boy!” That’s no good…
I laughed so hard at this. I would say poor little Westie but I know that dog didn’t really mind. Dogs and little boys are remarkably similar that way. As for me and where I’ve gone, I used to do sound for a cover band in bars and frat houses in every college town in the tri-state area. . . so I’m not answering that.
LOL! Good answer!
I think I’ve injured myself laughing!
Hey, if you peed yourself, I’ve done my job!
In a flat in England, in the kitchen sink, as a roommate was taking FOREVER in the loo. Then I cleaned it like there was no tomorrow and the Queen was coming over for brunch.
As for my ‘Lil Man, he’s a typical 3YO. Peeing on the side of the house out back, of the front porch into the bushes,….anything to avoid heading inside for a 7th inning stretch. My 7YO girl thinks it’s VASTLY unfair.
Jason
The Cheeky Daddy
Thanks for the laugh! It took over a year to potty train our first, but he’s starting to redeem himself by taking over potty-training for the second. 🙂
Thanks for reading Wendy! See, you did such a great job with your first that you can now sit back and relax 😉
My son stood on the dock and peed into the lake. He looked like one of those fountains…