My youngest has taken the concept of the "nature pee" (as we now call taking a whiz outdoors) to a new extreme. The big guy has been pretty good about this. At our old house, he favoured our apple tree, but since we have moved and have more than one bathroom the only nature pees he takes are when he forgets to go to the bathroom before leaving daycare (along the trail in the woods or in between two open car doors where I wave my finger and tell him not to hit the car).
Now, C-man dropped his drawers in downtown Barkerville. He has tried to go in the garage. He has gone on the patio. He has streaked through the neighborhood on his jeep.. and yesterday, I really had to restrain myself. We were at the spray park, and once I said we had to go, both boys went in different directions. Ergo, I get one under control, and I look over to see this perfect arc of whiz, coming off of the playground.
I love you C-man. At least most parents in close vicinity weren't too horrified, and since most people didn't hear my gasp of dismay, I think this incident went relatively unnoticed. Lovely lecture on the way home about nature pees and when to do them. This is the stuff your mom doesn't really give you advance warning about. Then again, I suspect my kids are a wee bit different than we were (wink wink).
Aside from nature pees, I am taking a break from cleaning up the family room. We are going to entertain family on Saturday so it was time (again) to attack our carpet with a rug doctor. We have the nicest looking horrible carpet out there. You give our carpet a sideways glance and brush some dust off of your pants, and viola! Instant stain. *SIGH* I am taking this opportunity to move some furniture around. I haven't done this for months and I forgot how gratifying it can be. One of my dark secrets. I like to move furniture around late at night. I blame this weird urge on moving too many times when I was a kid.