Check Please!

So today has been an interesting sort of day. We started with Elijah's speech/feeding therapy and that went very well. He ate a few spoonfuls of banana, but then decided that he wanted nothing more to do with that. We went home and he went down for a nap, aah peace. Then I remembered that I HAD to go to the DMV to get my Texas license. (I know, I have definitely lagged in that department, but who in their right mind wants to go to the DMV). Mike was working from home so I packed up Gavin, some snacks and off we were.

We got to the DMV and the line was out the door, but I knew there was no turning back so we waited. Thank goodness for goldfish, juice and a set of teenage twin girls that were behind us in line. Gavin flirted and giggled and burped, that's right burped, to get these two girls attention and it worked. They were smitten and so was he.

We finally got to the front of the line, signed my life away and then stood for the picture, which Gavin stood with me and smiled "cheese" when they took the picture. Everyone in the DMV heard this and started laughing. By this time, I thought I was going to go tinkle in my pants and Gavin kept insisting that I hold him. Are you kidding me! So after 2 hours we were done! Hooray! As we were leaving the DMV the two twin girls smiled and told Gavin goodbye and Gavin responded by saying, "bye ladies"! LOL! What a stud! So we ventured home and from that point on it was complete chaos! Elijah was a sweet angel and played on the floor with us but Gavin, ooohhhh Gavin, he had a mind of his own.

It began to thunder storm so we knew we were in for the day, therefore diapers were off of Gavin and potty time had begun. I knew he had to use the potty but refused, instead he decided to tinkle all over my living room ottoman. UGH! A little bit later I could tell he had to go again so I told him," remember to use your potty". He did, and I was so happy, that is until I went into the bathroom. (I wasn't there when it happened because I am not "allowed" to see him tinkle). There was urine all over the kiddy toilet, floor and my bathtub. It was like there were a dozen toddler boys in my bathroom having target practice. What happened!??????????????????? He gleefully told me that he went potty. No kidding.

That mess was cleaned up and we all go about our business. It is seriously like 20min later that Gavin walks into the office where Mike and I are talking and informs us that he went poo-poo. I knew it. I just knew it. There was no way he was talking about going poo-poo on the potty,not with how the day was already going. We walked into the living room and he pointed to where he went poo-poo...on my carpet in the corner. Mike shook his head and I was in shock. "Gavin, we told you to use your potty"!! He said that he was a good boy and went potty. Obviously there is a gap in our communication somewhere? We cleaned up the mess, disgusting! We sat and explained to Gavin that that is not where we go potty, I'm not sure he was listening to me? However, I thought that there was no way that the day could get any worse. YEAH RIGHT!

Some time had passed and Rusty was scrapping at the backdoor to go to the bathroom. Gavin said he was opening the door for the puppy to go potty, which he does all the time. I should have known something more was going on and shame on me for not having eyes placed strategically around my head!!! Within minutes we hear Gavin screaming bloody murder, he is outside...in the rain...total mess. We run out to get him and he is covered in mud, grass, water (that's an obvious one) and he had HUGE scraps that were bleeding on his behind. Gavin decided that it would be a brilliant idea to go down his slide, in the rain, naked nonetheless. I rushed him into our bathroom where I threw him in the tub to clean him off. WHEW! I was wiped. It was then that I came to the conclusion that I was ABSOLUTELY DONE FOR THE DAY and CHECK PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!