Like, full.
And because of it's fullness, Triniti is sleeping with me while Ruthie is sleeping in her bed. I am actually jazzed about this because Trin is a cool bed sharer. She doesn't kick me in the back or elbow me in the eye or snore too loudly. She is a great snuggler and last night as we were laying there going to sleep, she reached out with one grubby little hand and patted my arm twice before rolling over and crashing.
Plus, if Trin sleeps with you, you get to hear everything that happened that day. And a lot happens in a Triniti Day.
Monday night was the first night this week that Trin slept in my bed (because Ruthie came home from Austin on Sunday). Right before it was bedtime, she got an apple juice box out of the drawer in the fridge designated only for Trin's things (juice boxes, little baggies of shredded cheddar cheese, apples, yogurt, apple sauce, etc). While she was attempting to jam the straw through the little foil hole, my brother scooped her up and asked her what she was doing with his apple juice.
This was followed by Trin running through the house with her juice box while my brother chased her insisting that is was his juice box and he was going to get her.
Not exactly what I want my four year old doing at eight at night but it was sweet.
So, I get Trin in bed and kill the lights. A few minutes later she says she is done with her juice and can she get another. I tell her she can and she gets up and heads toward the kitchen. I followed to make sure she didn't need help with anything. A few steps past the bathroom and she stops, turns around and knocks on the bathroom door. Noah says he is in there and he'll be done in a few minutes. Trin says, "Uncle Doh-Doh? I guess that was my juice since it's in. my. belly!" and then heads into the kitchen for another one.
After throwing the empty one away and grabbing a fresh one from the fridge she heads back down the hallway where I am waiting for her. This time she stops in front of the bathroom and tells me, "I need to go potty Mamma."
So she stands by the door and waits.... and waits.... and waits....
The amount of waiting that she needed to do prior to my brother coming out made me cringe at the idea of going in after him. Two guesses as to what he was doing in there. Unless I could have left my nose in the hallway, I would have avoided the bathroom for the next hour or so.
He finally emerged and Triniti naively walked in and hopped up on the potty. I kept a safe distance and waited for her in the hallway. I could see her sitting there peeing and staring at her toes. She finished and reached over to grab some toilet paper and stopped suddenly, sitting bolt up right and exclaimed, "WHOA! Whooooaaaaaa! It smells bad in here!"
Labels: Being Mommy, my crazy life, Triniti
