It Happened at Daycare...

One of the writing prompts today over at Mama Kat's is "It happened at daycare".  Oh the stories I have...

I'm grateful to the twins' daycare because they started the potty training process and worked really hard with the twins to get them to where they needed to be.  However....I wasn't always grateful.  I'm cheating a bit and posting something that I wrote back in 2010. (Don't judge, life is crazy these days!)  It doesn't completely fit with the title, since the point of my story is what happened to me BECAUSE of daycare, but you get the idea.

The post was titled: "Thank you Daycare". I've copied it here for your reading pleasure. 

Last week, the twins moved up a classroom at daycare, to the 2-3 year old room.  This is also known as the potty training room.

However, no one told me this.

On day one, they were put on the toilet about 4 times to start intense potty training.  They also sent home their pack of their diapers with a note stating we need to start sending pull-ups instead.

This is all well and good for daycare; for me - not so much.

I am now left with two kids who do not feel they need to wear diapers anymore.  I spent part of Sunday chasing naked kids around because they kept throwing their diapers down the stairs.

And they want to go potty all the time.

By potty, I mean take off their pants and diapers and sit on the toilet for a minute (or ten).

They don't do anything but smile and laugh.

After awhile, Colin freaks out until you put his diaper on him again.

And then he pees.

And then he needs a NEW diaper.

Plus Connor has to be in on the bathroom action. So there are 3 kids and me crammed in the bathroom.  
It gets hot in there.

And loud, because they have realized that with the door shut, their screams echo.

Awesomeness.


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