It started around 4:30 this morning. I was awakened by M standing on my side of the bed crying. "Mommy, I peed on my crouton." I assured him that it was ok, and I crawled out of bed. (Brag moment: This is the second nighttime accident since he has been fully potty trained. Isn't that great?!??!) I manuevered the toy-strewn floor of his room to his dresser and got him a new pair of underwear and took him to the bathroom and stripped his wet clothes off him. I made him go potty and helped him into fresh underwear and brought him back to bed with me. I checked his bed, and it wasn't wet, so I just think he tried to get up to go (Yippee!) and didn't make it.
Later....
I had to stop into Wally on the way into work to pick up a snack for a going away party for a co-worker. While I was there, I got M a bottle of chocolate milk and a doughnut and one for my mother as well. On our way into Tulsa, M kept flipping the chocolate milk bottle upside down. I told him to stop because he was going to spill it and that next time I was going to take it away. Not more than a minute had lapsed when he spilled three-quarters of a bottle of chocolate milk in the car. He started crying and asked me to pull the car over. I told him to use the blanket (I keep a blanket in the car for him to cover up with when he is napping) to clean up the mess. We were just past Hwy 20 and almost to Memaw's.
So, I didn't get into work until 9:00 today because I had to get the car seat out of the car and clean the car and such before I came into work. You can't not clean milk out of your car in OK during the summer. It's not like it was a soda, KWIM?
Anyone need a three year old for entertainment over the holiday weekend? He really is a lot of fun!
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