I’m thrilled to mix things up a bit today and trade posts with Casey, the mastermind (and mom) behind Quilao Triplets. She’s one of my oldest blogging buddies and has the funniest triplet stories I’ve ever heard. If you haven’t already paid Casey a visit, now is the time. After you check out my guest post (it’s the phone etiquette post I promised), browse around. And around. You won’t be sorry. Promise.
So without further ado, here’s a little “birdy” talk:
One of my BIG jobs over the summer was to get the girls potty trained. Really it was more like I HAD to get them potty-trained because preschool was starting soon and they couldn’t go in diapers.
So this new milestone in our lives has made our outings more interesting. Lots of trips to the potty between three toddlers.
Lucky for me, my husband has been willing to pitch in and take them along with him if needed.
After one trip recently, I noticed my husband had this weird look on his face as they were walking out. In my mommy brain, I start running through all the scenarios in my head. Did my daughter put her hands all over the toilet or floor and then stick her hand in her mouth? Did she pee on herself? Did she clog up the toilet with a roll of toilet paper? What was the deal?
When my husband sat down next to me, he leaned over and said, “I tried to keep her back, but she kept looking.”
As calmly as possible I ask, “Looking?Looking at what?
My husband says, “She thinks I have a birdy in my pants.”
I almost choked on my Jamba Juice before I started laughing hysterically.
And now she wants to know where mama’s birdy is.
But like all good mothers, I just laugh and then pretend I don’t hear her when she asks the question. Because seriously, who can talk their way out of a birdy in daddy and mommy’s pants?