During my preparation for bed tonight, I picked up the roll of toilet paper sitting on the counter in our upstairs bathroom (yes, putting it on the holder is entirely too much work) and one whole section of it is swollen out with something wet. I dont think it was like that before Elijah peed before bed... bummer. The worst part, I used it anyway. This is how desensitized being a mother has made me. I shuttered when I picked it up, because of course I picked up the nast wet part, and then sat on the pot weighing my options. I could either reach over and open the vanity drawer to see if there was another roll (but that would require reaching, of course) or I could just work around the wet spot. I chose the lazy route and used the tp anyway. Conveniently the wet spot all stuck together so as I unrolled the amount I needed there were little half moon shapes missing every now and then along the edge where the wet spot tore off. That doesn't mean some of the stuff I used wasn't wet. It was, but not AS much as could have been.
The boys and I were skyping with my mom and little niece, Selah, today out on the deck. The boys were in their swim trunks and Elijah said quite point blank to my mom, "If I stand up you can see my penis!" I assured him that this wasn't true, because his trunks were covering it, and besides that it was quite inappropriate! The following sentence out of his mouth was regarding a diving toy rocket Josh bought him for his pool. He looked at "Nanny" on the computer and said, "I can shoot this rocket up in the air and it will KILL (said with Elijah's strange accent: "keeeel" somebody!"
After this encounter the boys swam for a bit longer and we all headed inside to towel them off and get them dressed. As SOON as I pulled Judah's swim trunks off his hand went straight to his privates. He mashed them into oblivian as I got his diaper ready.
These are the obsessions of my little boys. Penis and "keeeeling" somebody.
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