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This One is For Aunt Liz



I don't know where to even start.  I think, hope, and pray we are reaching the peak of crazy with the little girls.  If you're a twin mom and it doesn't get easier by the time they are three, please don't talk to me.  Or, alternatively, just tell me lies.  That would be fine.  

The little lemmings want to walk off all the cliffs, and they want to do it naked.  I can't turn my back on them for a minute when they are awake.  It's probably good I was an ultra-runner before this.  I thought I was just enjoying the outdoors, but apparently I was training for motherhood.  This week we continued to battle naps.  It was a solid four days before I finally got the upper hand.  The girls were using naptime to practice their ninja skills as well their own diapering techniques.  I caught them trying to change each other's diapers as well as their own.  

And I had a lot of clean up on isle nine.      

We finally decided that maybe they were trying to tell us they are ready to potty train.  I am not.  I don't want to do it.  I just want them to pee in their diapers until they are four and can listen and obey when I tell them not to touch every inch of a public bathroom stall.  Is it really so hard?  But when Emerson pulled her diaper off and squatted outside today and Carter came alongside her to cheer her on, I caved.  I pulled out the undies and the potty chair.
Trying to potty train two little girls at the same time with only one potty chair is a lot like playing Whack-a-Mole.  Girl #1 balances with my help on the big toilet while #2 sits on the little chair.  When girl number #2 pops off the chair to see if she's had success, I try to catch her while still holding #1, so pee doesn't dribble everywhere.  I help #1 get off her toilet so I can wipe #2, but while I'm wiping #2, #1 tries to dump the pee tray into the big toilet, so I have to stop the wipe on #2 in order to swipe the tray from #1.  Follow?  Sometimes I don't either, and it gets real messy.  I was never very good at Whack-a-Mole.  

Then there is the obligatory handwashing - another fiasco when your people can't quite reach the water even with a stool, but they demand clean hands - which is great so long as the other sister isn't trying to deep dive into the toilet.  

It's fun.  We are having loads of fun.  

They did pretty good all afternoon until right after dinner.  That's when Carter peed in her cowboy boots and about blew a gasket.  I don't think she knew what was happening and it scared her.  That's when we decided it was bedtime...at 5:00.   

If you need me, I'll be mopping.  

I can't wait to see what tomorrow brings.  

(And that, Aunt Liz, is why I haven't written in a while.)    

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