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Monday, May 21, 2007

To the tree! To the tree!

Peter has always been fascinated with peeing outside. I think he first did it sometime last spring after we had moved in with my parents.

If I am not mistaken, he saw my brother do it and thought it was the coolest thing ever.

Thanks, Uncle Brad.

I never encouraged this activity but at the same time I never discouraged it either. Part of me though it was cute. Now that we have our own house, yard and trees (if you count the two really old ones that could possible fall down at any moment) that are located conveniently right next to the playset, I find that Peter has been peeing outside more frequently.

Sarah thinks it is the coolest thing ever and several times I have caught her tugging at her pants after he has done it. I tried to explain that girls can't pee outside and that boys really shouldn't do it either. I guess that fell on deaf ears.

On Saturday the kids were outside playing while I was in the kitchen cleaning and Peter came running in the house shouting, "Mommy, Mommy! I peed on the tree and Sarah pooped right beside it!"

I went running outside and sure enough she had!

She was so proud. She pointed and beamed. And just like the poop, I was steaming!

I immediately made a new rule. There will be no more peeing OR pooping outside! Period. End of story!