(Some) WeeWee In The Potty!!!

Parki did it! For about the past month, she and Pipsi have been telling us when they have to poop or weewee. When we ask them if they want to do it on the potty they shake their heads and walk away and go have a private moment-- up until today.

This morning Parki told me she had to go and I asked the question she was doubtlessly expecting.

"Do you want to take off your diaper and go on the potty?" I asked, fully expecting the disinterested head-shake. But instead she held my gaze for a second, then looked over my shoulder at the potty and then back at me and took my hand and made for the potty.

Well there we go!

It wasn't really intentional, I don't think. She had to move the potty to a few different places and finally went in the hall in front of Biscuit's room while my head was turned toward Pipsi. I heard Parki cry and whipped my head around to see her rising up from a position crouched over the potty chair, removing her hand from the weewee receptacle with a horrified expression on her face, but the weewee was there. The poor little Bean totally freaked out and started crying, so I ran over there and picked her up (as-is and yes, it was gross, but more joyful than gross because I knew I had clean clothes for both of us) and we did the Over-The-Moon Dance.

Pipsi came running over to see what the big deal was about and didn't really seem that impressed with the potty's yellow contents at first, but then she decided that she wanted to try to do it, too. But did she want to do it on her own clean potty?

Of course not.

Pipsi started yanking on her pants so I helped her get them off, all the while holding Parki and constantly repositioning myself between Pipsi and the potty full of weewee. Finally, while carrying Parki on one side and holding Pipsi's hand with my free arm, I wrangled Pipsi over to the clean potty and tried to cajole her into sitting on it.

Mimzi happened to be here for the momentous occasion and was trying really hard to be a good wingman between bouts of laughter and cries of panic ("She's going for the pee!", "Where are the towels?", "Do you want a wipe?") but Mimzi's last warning came a wee bit too late while Pipsi was still standing beside rather than sitting on the potty.

"Watch out, she's pushing!"

And suddenly Pipsi squirted weewee all over herself and the hall floor. After the wet splash there was a moment of stunned silence. Pipsi looked up at me and released the breath she'd been holding and gave a big shudder. Parki immediately told me there was weewee all over the floor, saying, "MuhMuh, Pisha wahwahwah weewee!" and pointed with sweeping gestures at the floor.

So now I had one potty full of urine at one end of the hall and a slowly-seeping puddle of it at the other, two diaperless, weewee-covered 18-month-olds in my arms, and I was feeling all the wetness from their bodies seeping through to my skin while my mother was AWOL on the hunt for some towels.

And I had to look closely to make sure none of the weewee had made its way onto my left foot, which is still obnoxiously bandaged from the bunion correction I underwent twelve days ago. Didn't I mention that? Yeah, I've only been walking since Friday evening, so all of this happened while I was lurching about on Frankenfoot, attractively shod in one of those beautiful blue post-op Velcro boots.

The fun just never stops. And apparently, neither does Pipsi's bladder regardless of whether or not she's on the potty.