The day the potty took up permanent residence in our living room, it was doomed. Not only has it been used for its intended purpose by the human little(and thoroughly washed and sanitized after each use, thankyouverymuch), it has also provided many minutes of entertainment for all three littles in the house. It's been filled with blocks, toted around as a convenient spot to perch for a minute's repose, and chewed on by the biggest little. Lately, however, it has been overtaken by the littlest little. And I don't think she's moving out anytime soon. FWIW, the boy did try to sit on the potty anyway, with her in there, and got a nice couple of scratch marks in a rather sensitive area for his efforts. The dog was quick to come to his rescue, but gave up after a bite to the ear and a swat to the nose. Hmm. At least there's always the back yard ;-)



OH, and for those of you bemoaning the lack of boy pics lately, I present to you the face I get every time I pull out the camera (and don't automatically hand it over). if you could only hear the accompanying sound effects.
9 comments:
Oh my goodness! Cats do the weirdest things. Thanks for a good chuckle....for me and a couple of my co-workers too.
boy he looks like his daddy in that picture!!
and I'm sure Uncle J applauded him sitting on the potty with the cat in it!
*lol* poor scratched up baby. :) You'd think with his blood line he would just yank that cat out of there without a seconds thought. Huh....
OK, say this five-times-really-fast - "kitty-catty-porta-potty-scratcha-baby-boy-bottom". I think you make a video and send it to AFV - could be the $100K winner!!
that's tough
sil-oh, the gene for cat abuse is definitely there. you should see him collapsing his entire body onto her(all she can usually manage is a squeak of smooshed surprise). The other day I caught him shoving the cat straight into the dog's waiting mouth. I guess since he can't pick her up anymore, he has to bring the dog in on the hilarity (Puzza of course is a willing participant).
dadw-there is such a clamor for the normal camera every time I pull it out, I cannot imagine what would happen if I attempted to videotape the minutiae. I think he's got my acting gene and his aunt's (both of them) flair for the over-dramatic. hehe.
j-he is the spitting image of his father. scary, really.
you need to find a camera at the thrift store/dumpster for him. shouldn't be too hard, right?
GB
and make him (another) special bag for it and get it out when you get out yours. I'll bet you could get one that flashes :)
haha.your blog is so much more entertaining than the mt family blog. or my blog for that matter. "part time" is turning out to be a misnomer. more on that later.
lil b
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