Good Night, Sir!

Tink (who is suppose to be in bed) just came walking into the living room and said:

"Mommy, my leg hurts and my belly hurts and my butt hurts and my arm hurts and my penis hurts and my ear hurts and my arm hurts and my head hurts."

This led me to two conclusions:

1.  Evidently, both of his arms have been injured.

2.  This kid is ready to pull out all of the stops in order to avoid bed.

Someone should tell him that I cannot be defeated. 

He, and all of his painful appendages, will still be going to bed.

And I will allow myself to laugh at him and his attempt to stay up once he is safely tucked back in bed and out of earshot...

Good night, all.  

Remember When You Could Pee In Peace?

Yesterday morning I tried I go potty.

I went all by myself... no kiddos.

I even shut the door.

*GASP!*

I know. 

Shutting the door was without a doubt, definitely, 

an unabashed attempt at probably pushing the limits.

Any guesses as to how well that went over?

I hadn't even started to pee when I heard the shrill, 

tear-filled cry of "MAMA!!!!!" coming from Goose.

I told him I was pottying & would be out in minute.

At least that got him to quit crying.

It did not, however, mean I got to pee in peace.

Instead, he stood in the hallway, banging on the door, and yelling "Not-Not!"

That is his version on knock-knock.

He was almost instantly joined by his brother who stuck his fingers under the door and kept yelling, "Ho, Ho, Ho! Mah-wee Tintin!"

"Christmas" is tough for Tink to say. 

Hence, "Tintin."

And, yes, it is August.

It is nowhere near Christmas time.

That guy doesn't care.

I figured it would just become irritating if I had to keep telling them 

I would be right out & to leave me alone, so I gave in and opened the door.

Do you have any idea how happy they were to get into the bathroom?

Look at these faces:

Seriously?!

This is all it takes to make you ecstatically happy?!

I just need to let you stand in the bathroom?!

I'll remember this at Christmas time.

"Good morning! Oh, do we have the best Christmas present EVER for you two!

 Come on, let's go stand in the bathroom..."

To top it off, I got video of the two of them.

Goose was being his typical self (Let it be said that Tink was not 

helping the situation with those little pecking actions on Goose's forehead).

One of these days Tink is going to rock his little brother.

Thankfully, yesterday was not the day.

For now, I'm holding on to the hope that I will... 

someday...

be able to once again pee in peace.