fox: "no indie!!"
erin nonchalantly glances at indie and continues to address/stamp cards: "fox, she's okay. she's just playing with a fork."
erin: "fox, i'm sorry i lost my temper."
fox: "that's okay mom. you can get it back."
and a potty training update. let me preface this by saying that i never had any brothers, so whenever i talk about this stuff to my mom and sisters, they look at me like i'm speaking to them in swahili.
fox is really doing a great job with this underwear business, and i couldn't be more proud of him, but i thought the days of me getting peed on had come and gone with fox's infancy. silly, silly me. nowadays, if we're out in public and fox has to go, we don't leave the restroom without my shoes, pants and/or shirt lightly doused in urine.
this morning the lad tried to go to the bathroom like daddy (subtext: stand up to the toilet instead of sit on the toilet) and hosed everything in the bathroom but the inside of the toilet bowl. anyone remember those wet willy water toys from the 70s/80s that you'd hook up to hose and willy's limbs would flail and spray water in any/every direction? there you go. i better learn to love the smell of clorox wipes with urinal undertones.
and today while at the playground, he dropped trou right there between the slide and the monkey bars and christened the wood chips. praises be we don't live in manhattan anymore. i think you can get arrested or reported to family services for those kinds of shenanigans in the big apple.
i feel like i could dedicate an entire blog to potty training. but i won't.
and indie is no longer playing with forks.