After finally getting fed up with changing and washing bedsheets every single morning, Paige got Levi and Noah an undie alarm. It's this little gadget that emits an ear piercing siren and vibrates like a gerbil on speed as soon as whatever cloth it is clipped onto gets wet.
If that cloth happens to be Levi's undies, we get to spend a couple of nights frantically bolting through the house at 3:24 AM, eyes half open, while the soggy little boy doesn't even crack an eyelid as a little plastic box vibrates furiously on his chest and wakes everyone else in the house.
He eventually got the hang of it though...
Enough that he has now gone 10 nights completely dry, and is sleeping in big boy undies without the angry little alarm clipped to his PJs. And as promised, he got to have a piddle pinata party upon reaching his goal.
He picked out the star, rather than the dinosaur, because "it holds more candy." Wise little man, that one...
Paige also points out that as his mohawk grows more and more unkempt, he looks even more like a mangy chipmunk. She might have a point...
They each took turns whacking the pinata.
How do you negotiate a handoff between a stick-wielding 22 month old and his sister? Very carefully...
Eventually they beat their way through it, and got to the sugary insides...
Yes, yes. Noah is wearing butterfly wings. And no, I don't know why his mother lets him dress like that.
Levi with his fistfuls of loot...
Now we can clip the vibrating little box to Noah's PJs. And then maybe he can stop wearing these ridiculous night-time diapers...
Seriously, the kid looks like... I don't even know what. Like he's got a pith helmet stuffed in his pants. Paige has apparently gone so green that our kids now have washable diapers, and she is stocking up on cloth diapers for our "someday sister." What the???
And no, they don't look any less ridiculous once you put pants over them. Sheesh...
(I tried to snap a picture of Noah without his finger up his nose, but the camera doesn't have a speed that fast. Seriously, that kid is always mining around in there for hidden treasures!)
As a total aside, did you notice the funky looking stick we were using on the pinata? My sister and brother-in-law picked it up as a souvenir just for me while they were in Africa. Apparently it is called a boobata stick and is carried by the local tribesman to thwack dangerous animals, enemy tribesmen, or unruly children.
And apparently when my sister told me what it is, I totally mis-heard her. Because what she actually said she got for me was a...
Because as she shops the African village markets, she must have thought "What authentic African market stuff would my brother like? Oh look! A boob on a stick! Just what he always needed!"
And she was right.
The boobata stick sits handily tucked under my side of the mattress, ready for easy deployment against any invading tribesman...
Or star shaped piddle pinatas.
And I have no idea what that stick is actually called.
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