Smarter than a two year old....

 

Lately, i've been a frustrated Mommy. I didn't want to ask for help, because i was SO sure that Emma was the only child in the world who was pulling this stuff so i didn't ask. For the past month and a half, this cute, sweet child has been ripping her PJs off and diaper off while in bed. Which, while sounding cute, is as frustrating as you know where heck because it means that the bed will be wet or worse. Much worse. MUCH, MUCH worse...use your imagination here.

This meant that twice a day, i was cleaning bed sheets, PJs, blankets, Emma, Pachi, The Wonder Pets and any other unfortunate stuffed animal who just happened to get, well, pee'd on.

Yeah. I know. Do the laundry math on that one. Fun times, right?

All the while, Ms. Cute-Stuff is repeating to me:

"What hawppened?!?"
"No take cwlothes off!"
"NO take dwiaper off!!"
"NO, NO pee-pee in bed!"
"OWNLY pee-pee in POTTY!!"

...all of the while standing there in her birthday suit, hanging on to Pachi, looking very serious, shaking her finger at me.

Finally, last night, the two parents who apparently were stupid not as smart as a two year old, googled what to do with Princess Pee-Pee. Stop laughing....yeah, we goggled it. Can you believe that there is a whole BUNCH of parents who are also stupid clueless like we were?!?! And, even better, they had suggestions of what to do!

WOO-HOO!

By golly, we would show Princess Pee-A-Lot who was smarter!

The suggestions were so simple that i began to feel stupid because, well, the suggestions were SO simple.

Suggestion 1: Put diaper on victim child BACKWARDS so that the Velcro was in the back! Brilliant!!

Suggestion 2: Put on zippered PJs with no feet on BACKWARDS so that little Houdini little child could not zipper out of them! INSANELY BRILLIANT!!

Robert and i giggled as we got Emma ready for bed last night. Emma kept looking for her 'zwipper', hehee, which she just couldn't find. Finally, after singing a million and one songs, we kissed her and covered her up, giggling at how smart we were. Emma giggled because we were giggling, which made us giggle more.

About 3am, screams are coming from Emma's room. I rush in, and there she is, angry as a hornet. But, she is a dressed hornet. "Whweres zwipper?!?" she wants to know. Robert comes in a few seconds later, and we are smiling and giggling because we are now smarter than a two year old. After a diaper change, and a few more million songs, Princess In-A-Diaper settles back in. And we leave her room, hi-fiving it as we close her door.

This morning?

Heheee....

DRY SHEETS!!! WOO-HOO!!

DRY PJs!!

DRY STUFFED ANIMALS!!! OH, YEAH, I'M THE MOMMY!!

AND A DRY EMMA WITH HER PJs ON!!

I'm sure that there will be times when we won't be as smart as Emma is, lol, but this time, well, we WON! :)