whoever said that life would get easier once the girls were potty trained, lied to us. apologize as you feel compelled. the triplets have mastered the potty. they also need to "mark their territory" at each and every public restroom. several times at each restroom for lauren.
here is a true story: a couple of saturdays ago, we headed out for our usual saturday trip to sam's club. we picked up the necessities and went for a slice of cheese pizza (cut into 4!) and a vanilla ice cream (with 3 extra cups- yeah big portions!) one of the three saw the potty sign and it was on. all 4 needed to go. anna is not such a problem because she can take care of herself and has an adequate fear of germs. this is not the case for the others. despite my tendency to exaggerate...this is all true. we head in and the clip board indicates that the facilities have not been tended to in a while. i am lifting emma up on the potty and meanwhile the sight of the potty has made it impossible for claire to hold it. she is wet and crying. while i am trying to convince claire that it is ok to be naked in your snowsuit and that it isn't a big deal to have pee in your boots; i look over and see lauren lying on her stomach, head on the nasty floor, licking the tile like it is an ice cream cone. where is emma in all this? i push open her stall door to find her splashing in the toilet. you may find this scenario humorous, but as i type- i still have not cracked a smile. meanwhile- brian is happily munching on his 4-berry ice cream sundae. i think i prefer the diapers.
here is a true story: a couple of saturdays ago, we headed out for our usual saturday trip to sam's club. we picked up the necessities and went for a slice of cheese pizza (cut into 4!) and a vanilla ice cream (with 3 extra cups- yeah big portions!) one of the three saw the potty sign and it was on. all 4 needed to go. anna is not such a problem because she can take care of herself and has an adequate fear of germs. this is not the case for the others. despite my tendency to exaggerate...this is all true. we head in and the clip board indicates that the facilities have not been tended to in a while. i am lifting emma up on the potty and meanwhile the sight of the potty has made it impossible for claire to hold it. she is wet and crying. while i am trying to convince claire that it is ok to be naked in your snowsuit and that it isn't a big deal to have pee in your boots; i look over and see lauren lying on her stomach, head on the nasty floor, licking the tile like it is an ice cream cone. where is emma in all this? i push open her stall door to find her splashing in the toilet. you may find this scenario humorous, but as i type- i still have not cracked a smile. meanwhile- brian is happily munching on his 4-berry ice cream sundae. i think i prefer the diapers.
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I'm on the floor over here! (laughing, not licking it). That is too funny. Ike is currently enamored with port-a-potties. He wants to use one every single time he sees one. For his next birthday we'll be having a "port-a-potty party" (say that 3x fast) and serving urinal cakes...
Hello, my name is Marissa, and I'm a germ-aholic. I'm feeling a little shaky and I think I might be starting to hyperventilate. I don't think I'll ever be able to happily accept kisses from your children again. I'm sorry.
Lindsay, I'm laughing hysterically. Your stuff is so funny that it could be published somewhere.
please tell which girl is which.
we want to meet them.
love, the veals (typed by josie)
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