I could just not get up this morning. When Jeremiah left for work he brought Elijah into our room and left him perched atop my chest.
And I don't want to mislead you with the word 'perch' considering my son is a GIANT and not birdlike in any way, shape or form.
Elijah spent the next 15 minutes bouncing on me and pinching my cheeks saying 'Momma' and 'Baba' (which is what he calls sippy cups) over and over again.
"What Elijah?" "Go get a truck and bring it to Momma."
"UnhhUhhhhh" "Ge Uh" (which means No, Get Up)
"Elijah, can't Momma sleep for two more minutes?"
"UnhhhUhhhh MOMMA!" "Baba" "Baba" "Baba" "Baba" "Baba" "Baba"
"Okay, Bub" "Let me go pee and we'll go get a Baba"
"UNHHHHUHHHH" He strangely latches on to my neck and holds tight. I think he wants me to immeadiately carry him downstairs?
"Elijah, I have to pee, let me go!"
"Pee" And he points at his wee wee.
"You have to pee?"
"Pee" He points again.
"Ok, big boy let's go." I put him on the potty and tell him to hold his wee wee down and pee. He won't hold it down. He starts to pee all over the floor in front of him. When I try to help him he panicks, like he knows what to do and I'm ruining it.
"Yay!!!!!!" He was so proud of himself. I was too, but I had to clean up his pee, get him dressed all before I got to pee....which was painful by this point. So I put him outside the bathroom, into the hall and sit down to pee without getting him dressed or cleaning up the pee yet. I must have been so incredibly foggy of mind to do this, cause I should have saw what was going to happen.
Elijah runs back into the bathroom, slips across the floor on his pee and lands flat on his back in the pee, hitting his head. He's now covered in pee, screaming and potentially concussed.
After I comfort him and make sure he's not seriously injured I realize that we're both covered in urine. At least it was baby urine and not adult urine. That fact was comforting and I'm not sure why. I've never been covered in adult urine, or had to deal with it anywhere other than the toilet...where the extent of dealing with it was flushing...
Anyways, by the time we were both cleaned up and all of our pee soaked clothing gathered up for the wash, I was wide awake. He started down the stairs and I got dressed upstairs and when I got downstairs I was greeted by this sight:
A very delightful and hilarious day already, and it's only 8:30 am.