My kids are fascinated by baby monitors. They don’t seem to understand the concept of them however, and treat them like walkie talkies. Since they can hear Kitty in her room, they assume that she can hear them when they talk into the receiving end. I have explained over and over that this is not the case, but I’m pretty sure they’re convinced I’m slow. They just roll their eyes at me and continue to scream into the monitor.
Jane just heard Kitty waking from her nap and screamed “Kitty!! Kitty! Can you hear me in the baby monitor?!??” (Paused to listen for a response. What is she hoping to hear? The baby can’t talk yet?) And then yelled louder, “KITTY!!! WHERE IS YOUR DRIVER’S LICENSE??!” Yeah. No idea.
Anyway, in other funny Jane stories… She has a tendency to wake up at night needing to use the bathroom. Well, “wake up” isn’t an accurate description because she has no idea what is going on. She wanders out of her room crying and sobbing. She knows something is wrong, but she’s not awake enough to realize that her bladder is about to explode. So, she stumbles around and sometimes ends up in her closet. Sometimes if we just point her in the direction of the bathroom, she can figure out the rest on her own. But then there are nights when the stupor of sleep is too thick and those are my favorite nights ever. Seriously. She is hilarious.
So, last night she comes staggering out into the hall crying. I called to her, “Go potty, hon!” and waited to see if she could manage on her own. But when she kept pacing the hallway while moaning and crying, I realized she was not awake and was going to require some extra help. Unfortunately, her crying had also woken up Kitty, so I took Jane to the door of the bathroom, gave her a little nudge and said, “Go potty.” Then I went to calm down Kitty.
When I went back into the bathroom I found Jane sitting on the toilet fully dressed. She seemed to realize something was amiss, because she stood back up but then her dangerously-close-to-rupturing-bladder made her sit back down on the toilet again. Up and down, up and down, crying and moaning. I told her, “You need to pull down your jammies, hon”. This did not compute. I had to do it for her and then she was finally able to take care of business. (Occasionally when I need to pee at night, I will have dreams where the entire time I am searching for a toilet. I will finally find one, then walk inside and there is always something wrong so that I can’t actually use it; it’s flooded, someone didn’t flush, there’s yuck smeared all over the seat, etc. That is what Jane’s sitting down, standing back up, sitting back down, I really have to pee, stand back up, cry, cry, whine, I really have to pee behavior last night reminded me of. Do any of you have that dream?)
After she was done, I had to help her get her jammies back on but she was still completely out of it. I handed her the jammie bottoms and she took them, seemed a little confused, and then pulled them over her head. I giggle every time I think of it. Wish I had a picture.