So when I got out of bed to get the C-man last weekend it didn’t really surprise me to see that he had himself a dirty diaper… hey.  Guy’s got to do what a guy’s go to do right?  What did surprise me a bit was the next 4 stinkers that he proceeded to produce in the next few hours.  Wow… can that boy poop!

So Saturday night rolls around and we’re sitting down at the dinner table and A’s continuing to do her Super Mom duties.  In the middle of dinner she gets up to put a load of laundry in the dryer and BAM… it happened.  As soon as I heard it I knew it was bad.  We’ve got a stackable washer and dryer and the dryer door on the top had opened without her knowing it.  She stood up directly in to the bottom of the door.  By the time I got there (about 8 seconds later) there was already quite a bit of blood flowing.  G-man was so cute… he came over and tried to console his Mom.  Off to the emergency room we went.  I’m happy to say that A was a complete trooper through both her Tetanus shot as well as the 7 staples that she had to get in her noggin.  And THAT my friends is why I’m not a big fan of laundry… it’s incredibly dangerous!

So this past weekend the three of us gave Mom some alone time and we headed off to “The Depot”.  One thing that I forgot to mention is that my oldest is currently potty training.  He’s only been at it for a couple of weeks now and he’s doing very well.  In fact, he’s doing so well that he’s completely out of diapers except for nap time and bed time. That includes trips to Home Depot (see where this is going yet?)

So we’re in tool isle looking at cool guy stuff and the little man looks at me and says, “Daddy, I need to go to the potty.”  Please excuse the pun… but CRAP.  I can’t not take him to the bathroom and I can’t ask him to hold it.  I also can’t leave his brother sitting outside the bathroom in this huge NASCAR looking cart and the damn cart it too big to bring in with me.  So… in we go.

Now I won’t go into all of the details but trust me when I tell you it’s pretty damn difficult to get a (near) 3 year old undressed and on the potty while at the same time keeping his 1 year old brother off the floor.  Especially when he wants nothing more than to get… away… from… Dad.  I’ll tell you now what I told their mother when I got home.  I did it.  I don’t know how, but I did it.  We managed to avoid the accident, keep everyone devoid of public bathroom germs and no one even got bloody in the process.  We even managed to flush AND wash our hands.  I’ve gotta tell you, I felt like SuperDad that day.  That is until I got home and Mom informed me that I ALWAYS need to line the toilet seat with tissue.

Dammit… so close.

PS – Special props to those who know the relevance of 3,720.  This (of course) is the odds of successfully navigating an asteroid field.  But don’t tell Han Solo that