A Proud Parenting Moment PLUS an Homage to One of My Favorite Bloggers

Bear with me on this one. I'm mentally and physically drained. The kids were sick all week with a stomach flu (always lovely to deal with) and then towards the latter part of the week I caught a nasty cold which has by now spread to all the kids. I swear we wash our hands RELIGIOUSLY but somehow we can't go more than a few weeks with someone getting sick!!

As it is for any family with three little kids there are times when both parents are present but otherwise occupied and not paying 100% attention to what each individual child is doing. This tiny fractional, fleeting moment of inattention is usually just enough time for little evil genius masterminds to plan, scheme and execute.

You can see where I'm going with the one, right?

Today, as is our routine after a grocery store run, Patrick and I took turns running out to unload the van while the other stayed inside restocking the fridge and pantry. Just as we were finishing up I spotted Max under table very happily playing with and rolling around in what appeared to be apple juice or water although I couldn't quite tell for certain.

Since I had banged the egg carton against the table on the way in my first thought was
"Oh crap! What if that's egg whites he's rolling around in!!"

I quickly yank him out from under the table and touch the floor to further examine the mystery liquid. Although the unidentified substance is a little sticky it definitely isn't egg whites.

Phew! What a relief. Imagine my baby rolling around in something that gross and potentially harmful!

I then turn to Patrick to ask if he might know what spilled or leaked. (At this point Max breaks away from me and happily returns back to his spot under the table.) Anyone spill a sippy cup? Na Uh. Did the water line in the refrigerator spring a leak. Nope. Did the apple juice bottle break? Not that either. (Max continues to contently splash around in the little puddle.)

After a few more moments of thinking aloud about other possibilities, Sophia chimes in "Mommy! (in her very "Oh, quit being so over dramatic mom" tone) That's just my PEE PEE!"

Yup. My daughter who has been potty trained for almost two years inexplicably decided that UNDER THE KITCHEN TABLE would be an entirely appropriate place to relieve herself.

And her sweet baby brother played in it.

Very, very proud parenting moment indeed.

So Jen (the purveyor of a very smart and hilarious blog that can be read here), as it turns out, the diagnosis was indeed urine.

Shenanigans!!!