Okay, so we’ve had a few successful poops in the potty, for which I am very thankful. But this peeping thing is getting out of hand. He’s like a sniper, you never know when or where he will attack! Yesterday he used a public restroom twice while we were grocery shopping, only to come home and wet his pants while watching the Wiggles! He’s really funny about it too. I come downstairs to deliver the prince’s milk and find him all comfy on the couch, snuggled up in a throw. (this is normal) But when he sees me, he makes this surprised face and sound ( like you would if you found a twenty on the sidewalk). He does that every time he breaks something or ….wets something…. the carpet, the chair, his sister! or in this case.. the couch! It’s not like he’s hiding it though. He comes to get you, points to it, and then acts shocked. It’s the funniest thing. Today he stole a piece of cheese off my plate when my back was turned. When I came back……he points to the cheese now resting safely on his plate and acts shocked.

All of this leads me to today’s episode in Babies ‘R Us. We are there in search of a baby gate for the top of the stairs. On the way to the gates, I spy some cute clothes in Maylee’s size…..and yes…they are on sale. Five minutes into my shopping adventure for the “deal of the day”, Conner decides it is time to go. He starts having this horrendous fit. Pulling tags off clothes, wanting to hold them one minute, throwing them out of the cart the next, and hitting poor May upside the head every time she turns around to watch him. It had previously been suggested to me to just leave the store when a child misbehaves. But that just won’t do. He wants to leave….and I don’t. (did I mention the sale?) And this was only the first stop on our outing for the morning. He dies this alot, and he has to learn to behave in a store. So I try everything I know to do to get him under control. ( This is an on again-off again fit that takes place for a while. One minute he is fine…the next he is nasty.) Finally he is interested in a toy I gave him to play with while he was nice. When he starts whaling again, I take it. Oh man……who is this kid in my cart? I finally tell him he can have the toy when he calms down and isn’t crying. After what seems like an eternity, he starts to simmer down, but is still fake crying (his new thing), and then he says “pee-pee”. That was my warning folks. Before the words have left his mouth I can hear the small puddle forming on the floor. He is now peeing what must be every beverage he has consumed in the last week! Needless to say, it was time to go. So Maylee, Mr. Pee-pee pants, and I made our way to the registers, and paid for the clothes. He never cried or spoke a word. It wasn’t until I got everyone loaded in the car that I realized I didn’t get a baby gate.

I hate pee.