Well Chris has been blogging for over a year now and I have always threatened that I would guest write a blog or two. Well it was bound to happen sometime, sooner or later and today is the day. What makes me the guest blogger this evening? Read on!
So the city is coming around tomorrow to suck up leaves in their nifty little machine that does that job, so Chris started raking the yard yesterday. (yes 39+ weeks prego and she is raking half the yard!) So, like a good Husband, I take Elizabeth out after dinner tonight to rake the rest of the back yard. Chris was still inside chatting with her mom about her OB appointment today.
Elizabeth and I had been outside for a good ten minutes, raking the back half of our lawn. I am not sure what caught my attention with Elizabeth, I think it was the fact that she was standing still. She has seemed to just be this ball of energy lately and it is funny when she pauses, because it is out of the ordinary for her. She had a funny look on her face and it took me only about half a second to connect two and two.
"Honey, do you need to go potty?" I asked.
My question was met with silence and I did not even get a look. I paused for just another few seconds and when she started moving again I thought to myself: "Well okay, back to raking."
I do not think even another three seconds went by and I caught a quick glimpse of motion. It was my daughter pulling her pants and undies down and squatting all in one motion!
"Oh honey! Don't go potty! Lets go inside!"
I am not sure where in those three very short sentences that it started, but there was a very respectable stream of urine flying out the backside of my daughter's behind. From my angle I was sure she was saturating her pants. I could not believe it!
"Honey no, no, no, no; lets go inside." I am pleading with her as I am making my way over to her as fast as possible.
Elizabeth looks up at me, super calm expression on her face, even held up one hand towards me, as if to shoo me away. And simply says:
"Its okay daddy. Its just pee."
This was repeated to me probably about six or seven times and when I realized that she had somehow only manage to hit just a small portion of the hem of one of her pant legs, I started to relax. And like any good father, seeing that we did not have a ton of urine stained clothes, I pulled up her undies and pants, moved the rake she had been using away from the scene and we continued to rake.
I am still shaking my head hours later as I think about the simple pronouncement:
"It's okay daddy. It's just pee."
-Jut