~P Day in the Kingdom~

(No, I don't mean missionary Preparation Day)

All in the castle awoke promptly at 6:15.  It was certainly not to the sound of singing birds or belfries ringing out their early morning song.  It was a thud, thud, door opens (gasp!), little prince yelling,

"Mommy!  Did you put this gate up on my door?!  Take this baby gate off right now!  Do you hear me?!  Mommy!"

 

Nick made his way down to the little prince's room a few minutes later to find the superman pajamas and diaper strewn across the floor while Alec lounged on his body pillow in the buff (plus the handy dandy bicycle helmet).  There was only a small mess on the prince's sheets so Nick though the diaper must have leaked.  No wonder he took it off.  (Note: Must remind the nursemaid to limit the little prince's liquid intake at bedtime!)

After a delightful morning at the local reservoir, I popped the royal little ones in the tub. Fights ensued over turtles and frogs so I quickly drained the water, dried the babies, and sent them into the prince's room for the nursemaid to diaper and dress them.  I walked in a few minutes later to find both babies standing in their own corners of choice peeing.  

"Alec!  Lyssa!  No!"  

The princess, giggling, attempted to run away, slipping in her "mess" and landing flat on her back.  With her once clean and dry hair now covered in urine, off she goes back to the tub to be rinsed.  (Note: Must remind that nursemaid to promptly diaper babies after bathes!)  

Eventually everyone is diapered, the puddles are mopped up, and nap-time commences.  Peace reigns over the kingdom.  After playing scullery maid for a time, I turn into a queen, sitting on the couch eating popsicles and reading photography books until I drift off to dreamland.  

I awake to the princess crying out for her long lost love, Mortimer, she threw from the tallest tower of her crib in a fit of rage.  Upon retrieval the princess smiles, but wants nothing of my attention.  The quest for her prince (and partner in crime) ensues.  

"Alec?  Alec?"  

She races to his door, which I quietly open, not wanting to disturb the little prince if he is deep in the throws of slumber.

Why if it isn't the little prince laying on his bed, half naked.  I walked across the room to see if I would once again be changing the sheets.  (Note: Must inform the laundress she may not have the night off.)

"Why did you take your diaper off, Alec? (sigh) At least you didn't pee on your bed."  

The prince looks up smiling and replies, 

"No, I peed on the floor and the chair!"  

Suddenly I recognize that my feet are wet.  This time it's everywhere.  On the chair, on the blanket, on the hand wash only rug, on the floor, under the bed, on the body pillow... everywhere.  He then informs me that if you stand on the side of the bed you can shoot really far.  My goodness!  The prince was aiming across the room!  How can he NOT be ready for potty training!  (Note: Must find willing and capable soul to potty train young prince.  Perhaps the High Queen over our July holiday?)

On goes a diaper, and out comes the duck tape.  

You may not be able to see it because I bought the clear duck tape to use for packaging, but believe me... it's there. 

The little prince knows it, and he is not a fan.