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Safe for baby: Let us take all your worries away! Featuring high quality material, this training potty seat provides you with peace of mind while your toddler uses the potty!
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No more shaking: Featuring non-slip rubber pads, the ladder fits firmly to the toilet at the back and at the bottom. Thanks to the non-slip wide ladder, your baby can easily turn around. It’s a trustworthy companion for every parent!
Intimate design: The smooth armrests on this potty training seat fits the curvature of the baby's hand. Moreover, a pee catcher is designed for boys as well as girls between 1-7 to effectively prevent urine from splashing.
Easy to install: Easy installation, just tighten the screws with a key, no tools required. Max capacity of 75kg(165lb), sturdy enough when your toddler climbs up and down. The padding on this potty seat makes it more comfortable to sit.
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I couldn’t stop myself from whining and wriggling about fussily in my crib. I knew it would just make me look even more babyish, but being in nappies was just so disgusting!
“You’ve been a very bad girl, little one,” Daddy scolded, looking down at me sternly.
I cried and whimpered. “Pwease Daddy!” I mumbled around my pacifier. “Pwease change my nappy! I don’t wanna go to bed poopy! I’m sowwy I was naughty! Pwease!”
“No, darling. You were a very, very naughty girl for trying to take your nappy off to use the potty. You do not use the potty anymore, do you understand me? You lost your big girl privileges permanently, and that means no more toilets. Ever. When you need to go pee-pee or poo-poo, you go in your pants like the silly little girl you are."
“But whyyyyy!” I wailed. “It’s so yucky, Daddy!”
He reached in and smacked me hard on the seat of my messy nappy, making it squish horribly against my bottom.
“Ewwwwww!” I whined.
“Being in stinky nappies is just something you’re going to have to get used to, sweetheart,” he said. “This is your life now. You agreed to let me diaper train you, and that’s the end of the matter. Besides, it’s too late. I’ve already made the announcement about your ‘incontinence’ on all your social media accounts.”
“You… WHAT?!” I demanded. My dummy fell from my open mouth. He’d talked about telling people I was incontinent as a cover for the fact that I’d be wearing nappies 24/7, but I thought it had just been a fantasy! Surely he hadn’t actually…
He took my phone out of his pocket and held it up to the bars of my crib to see. My Facebook was open on the screen.
Hi everyone! I have an announcement to make. It’s a bit embarrassing, but I decided it would be for the best if everyone knows. I was recently diagnosed with incontinence. For anyone who doesn’t know, that means I can’t control when I pee or poop, so I just go in my pants like babies do. Unfortunately it’s totally permanent. The doctor assured me 100% that I’ll never be able to get my control back, and that means I’ll have to wear nappies for the rest of my life. If I don’t, I’ll just leave yucky messes everywhere! I’m going to be in nappies 24/7 from now on, so don’t be alarmed if you see my bottom looking a bit bulky (and if you see me without a nappy, you should ask me what on Earth I think I’m doing)! Anyway, that’s all I had to say. I hope you don’t treat me any differently now you all know I’m not potty trained anymore. Thank you! x
I stared at the screen in horror. The announcement had already been liked by over a hundred of my friends.
“No!” I cried, tears forming in my eyes. “NO!”
Daddy put my phone back in his pocket and looked down at me with a satisfied expression on his face. I knew there was no going back now. Everyone thought I was incontinent! Permanently! How could I ever explain it to them if I stopped wearing nappies?!
“Sorry, sweetie,” Daddy said. “But this is for the best. You’re just a stupid little girl who pees and poops her nappies, and now everyone knows it.”
I burst into tears and started kicking my legs and slamming my fists against the mattress of my tiny, cramped crib. My life as a respectable adult was over! Now everyone would just think of me as some stupid oversized baby who couldn’t even use the toilet!
“It’s okay, precious girl,” Daddy said softly, reaching into my crib to stroke my hair. I knew I should be furious with him, but I was so upset that I couldn’t help but be comforted by his gentle touch. “I promise this is for the best. You’re going to be in nappies 24/7, and now you don’t have to worry about other people finding out you’re not allowed to use toilets, since they all think you can’t use them anyway.” I cried even harder at that, and Daddy picked up my dummy and popped it back into my mouth for me to suck on. “Okay baby, time for beddy-byes. You can stay in your messy nappy until the morning and think about what a naughty girl you were for trying to use the potty like an adult. Daddy will change your tomorrow.”
I whimpered and squirmed, but Daddy just left, turning off the light on his way out. I had nothing else to do except try to get comfortable in my dirty nappy, and cry myself to sleep thinking of the adulthood that I’d lost forever.
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Dragonslayer week Day6: Summer Camp
Yang:This is impossible
Jaune:It’s definitely not impossible. You got this.
Yang:Jaune….
She holds up a jumble of rope tangled around her fingers.
Jaune:Okay…so you don’t got it.
Yang:Ugh! Why the heck do we have to teach kids this stuff!!?
Jaune:Because we were picked for Summer Camp counselors; also because it replaces midterm test grades.
Yang:Yeah, but why this!? Shouldn’t we be teaching fishing rather than…
Jaune:Knot training?
Yang:Yes. I mean it’s not useful that much.
Jaune:You tie your shoes don’t you?
Yang:Bunny ears.
Jaune:What?
Yang:Yeah, and when I was young I wore velcro.
Jaune:…..
Yang:Listen, people were busy and I found solutions! You teach em. Let me handle the more fun activities.
Jaune:Fishing lines get tangled Yang.
Yang:Then we’ll just go swimming!
She sighs loudly before laying against the floor of the wooden cabin. Jaune sits down with his legs crossed. He pulls an end of the string and Yang’s fingers are free.
Yang:Magic ✨
Jaune:Pfft, no. I would’ve thought you’d be…ya know, better at this. Was Summer Camp not a thing in Patch?
Yang:It was, but I never went. After mom died, dad wasn’t too keen on letting me go somewhere off in the woods, regardless of supervision. Still snuck out from time to time but big trips didn’t happen. It always looked fun, hanging out new faces.
Jaune:I doubt you were missing much.
Yang:You went?
Jaune:Yep. It sucked. Well, the activities were fine. However…I didn’t like the bullies. Ever heard of a marsh?
Yang:Like…the body of water?
Jaune:So swirlies are called that because of how toilets spin, but when it’s a Porta-Potty it-
Yang:I’m gonna stop you right there! That…I am sorry.
Jaune:I’m sure you would’ve been part of the popular groups though. Best seat for marshmallows and all that.
Yang:From what your saying I’d figure you’d hate this job.
Jaune:Heh, nah. One camp counselor always looked out for me and made sure I was okay. I don’t mind being that person for someone else if it happens.
Yang:Awww, I bet they’d be happy to hear that. So, you know every activity?
Jaune:No but I was a Boy Scout so I’m good at a few things for sure.
Yang:Oooo so I got myself a Boy Scout? Think you could show me how to tie a knot? *winks*
Jaune:First I need a ring.
Yang:….
Jaune:….
Yang:*blushing* We took that phrase in very different directions.
Jaune:*red* I think they can loop into each other at some point. But uhhh, I can actually show you how to tie some knots. If…ya want?
Yang:C…Cool! I definitely would like that. But ya know…the other knot thing could be interesting one day.
Jaune:Which one?
Yang:I don’t know! We can talk about that later! Anyways….
She raises the rope. Jaune turns towards her and begins slowly making a simple knot in silence, both of their faces red and too embarrassed to talk further.
Jaune & Yang: (Why did I say that?)
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Day 71: Monday March 11, 2024 - "This was 32 months"
32 months was a memorable one - put a pin in it. It was a stand out mile marker. The one where the tantrums hit, and we soaked it all up with humor and skill. Personally, Id been ready and wondering when it would hit - all that work Ive been doing so hard on myself is work I was doing, I know now, for 32 months. Ready to be mindful intentional skillful. Ready to be free of fear and full of joy. And William provided a lot of joy. I likened it to running the rapids, which once I figured out how, began to sharpen and enjoy the skill of running right to the edge, but preventing the meltdown, in a healthy productive way. And taking every opportunity to practice and show repair. Finally, we're here and we were ready and making a big positive impact on William's future. He developed hard this month, and we loved bearing witness to it! And we were so blessed to have backup most of this month from Grandma, visiting from cold wintery Michigan. Some of the most eventful tantrums she got to witness included meltdowns over not getting his third popsicle or wanting to climb in and out of the car seat on his own. There is also the one where I caught him trying to climb into the freezer to find Ice Cream. In full disclosure - Id probably meltdown if you interrupted my perfect plan too. All perfectly reasonable explorations of the boundaries of his horizon. Totally fine with him testing and challenging. I can hold space for that. I can be his sturdy leadership.
Not only was 32 months the tantrums era, this was also William's Beyonce Era. Not sure who first put Beyonce in his brain - but fairly certain we can blame my Mom for throwing Crazy in Love on Youtube into his little 32 month brain, after sitting on the toilet looking at the A is Awesome book. B was you know who. If he falls hopelessly in love with curvy mocha colored goddess, we'll know perfectly well where it came from. At 32 months you flipped from Elmo and Abby, to Beyonce.
A lot of great weather this month and we spent a lot of time reading springtime books - Mama has been keeping us fully supplied with new seasonal books and as we flip into the 33rd month we're reading a lot of St Pats books. He's been mostly accident free, and fully potty trained and multiple times while we were out at the Donut Shop or the Taco Shop, he'd pop a squat right in the parking lot. Once, at Pacos, to get Flan, he sat feet off Speedway and watched all the cars whiz by, while whizzing in the back of Mama's car. So memorable.
These are fun times. Riding and running the rapids and I just tell myself to be present, keep showing up, and dont miss a thing. Its a wild time, but such an important time to test your skill. I really feel like we're setting a positive foundation for the next several years. I keep pouring it all in, and we'll see where it goes in the 33rd month!
Favorite Food: Donuts
Favorite Song: Beyonce - Crazy In Love
Favorite Book: Twinkle Twinkle Little Star in Daddy's bed
Favorite Show: Gecko's Garage / Troy The Train / "Bumper Cars"
Favorite Toy(s): Monster Trucks bought with his own money paper
Best Phrase/ Word: “No, I Dont Want That!"
Favorite Favorite: Beyonce. No, Real Beyonce
Least Favorite: Sleeping in his own bed.
Big First: First Physical Tantrum, First I'm Sorry, First time buying toys with his own money (Valentines money from Aunt Jane)
Song:Beyonce - Crazy In Love
Quote: “Finding the good inside can often come from asking ourselves one simple question: “What is my most generous interpretation of what just happened?”
― Becky Kennedy, Good Inside
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I found this old potty training video from the early 2000s the other day and decided to watch it because there's a video of 3 year old me screaming one of the songs from it (and also I needed to know if some of my memories were fever dreams or actually in this video since I watched in essentially on loop. They were in the video. I still think about "what do you do when you're sitting on the potty" almost daily).
But the point is: oh my god little!Thor would be insane over the in-universe littles version of this.
Little!Thor discussion below the cut :D It's essentially a free write chapter of All The Lessons I Never Learned (but you don't have to have read it).
All The Lessons I Never Learned has established that he's kind of perpetually of potty training age (between 2 and 5, occasionally reaching down to 15 months at lowest) so he's in a mix of diapers and pull-up training pants, but even though he wants to be a big kid, he's not very good at being consistent about it.
Loki obviously doesn't enjoy changing nappies if he can help it, and it's especially annoying because it can be hard to tell where Thor is going to be each day. Is he going to be able to tell Loki he has to go? Or is he not going to feel it at all and just go?
On one of their trips to the library, Loki is trying to get his brother to pick out some picture books with him, but Thor is skimming through the movies and he finds this one, which he pulls out and shows to Loki.
"I said no movies, brother," Loki says without looking.
But Thor insists, "Look, it's potty train-ing."
Loki is suddenly interested and takes a look over it. "Alright, fine, put it in my bag, ok?"
So a few days later when Loki's looking through his tote bag for another story he finds the dvd and decides to put it on, maybe it'll be helpful today now that Thor's at a malleable 2 and a half years old, and maybe it'll be a little easier than stopping his play time to read him a story, now he doesn't even need to put his toys down.
The video feels like it was meant to appeal to Thor, asking him questions that played on his insecurities like if he was a baby who still slept in a crib or a big kid who can make towers with blocks or walk on his own. Loki finds this distinction a bit arbitrary and silly, but Thor? He's absolutely invested and intent on proving himself as a strong big kid.
Unfortunately for Loki though, it's also filled with some obnoxious music about using the bathroom, songs he would actually really prefer his brother not to learn. Perhaps it wasn't as downright annoying as some of the music for children that was out there, but it was definitely just as, if not more embarrassing for Thor to sing in public. And to make things worse, it seems like Thor has already taken a liking to them as he stands up and does a wobbly little dance with his pacifier still in his mouth.
Loki tries to talk him into paying attention to the instructional aspects of it, but Thor's still humming the tunes. His focus is only restored due to a skit where there's a royal family and the princess is presented with her own potty chair. Thor's always had a soft spot for these fairy tale settings, more than he'd really like to admit.
Eventually, as the credits roll, Loki stands up, "Are you ready to try?" he asks Thor.
"Huh?"
"That was a really fun video, are you ready to try to use the potty?"
"Mh... No."
Loki is exasperated, but that's alright, he's small today, maybe tomorrow.
The next day, Thor asks to watch the video again, and Loki lets him. No harm in it, right? Thor's a little older, maybe he'll catch on.
This time, Loki tries his best to prep the bathroom while the video plays. He sets some picture books on the counter as well as some easily-washed toys. He even finally puts on the colorful plastic toilet seat cover that had been shoved under the sink since he was prepping for Thor's arrival. At this point, he felt that it didn't really matter if a guest saw it.
"Thor? All ready for your final big-kid-badge of honor?"
This time, Thor grins and enthusiastically runs up to his brother, absolutely ready for the challenge.
Was it worth it? Loki isn't sure, on one hand Thor was actually using the potty, and without Loki having to stand right next to him, but on the other, Loki now has some late fees on his library card and Thor hasn't stopped singing about he's proud to wear his underwear in a week...
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Potty Training Made Easy: A Parent's Guide
One of the major milestones in a child's development is achieving success in potty training. While it may seem like a daunting task at first, with the right approach and a little patience, you can make this transition a smooth and positive experience for both you and your child. In this blog post, we will provide you with practical tips and strategies to help you navigate the world of potty training.
Timing is Key:
Every child is different, and there is no "right" age for potty training. However, most children are ready to begin between the ages of 2 and 3. Look for signs of readiness such as showing an interest in the bathroom, staying dry for longer periods, or displaying discomfort with soiled diapers. It's important to remember that pushing your child too early may lead to frustration and setbacks.
Create a Positive Environment:
Make the potty training experience enjoyable by creating a positive and supportive environment. Start by introducing your child to the concept of using the potty and explaining its purpose. Allow them to feel comfortable in the bathroom and answer any questions they may have. Consider decorating the potty area with their favorite characters or colorful stickers to make it more inviting.
Choose the Right Equipment:
Invest in a child-sized potty chair or a potty seat that fits securely on your regular toilet. Let your child participate in selecting their own potty or special underwear to encourage their ownership and engagement in the process. Some children may prefer one over the other, so be flexible and find what works best for your child's comfort.
Establish a Routine:
Consistency is key when it comes to potty training. Establish a routine that includes regular trips to the bathroom. Start by having your child sit on the potty chair for a few minutes after waking up, before bedtime, and after meals. Encourage them to relax and make it a positive experience by reading books, singing songs, or playing gentle games.
Reinforce Good Habits:
Celebrate every success, no matter how small, to motivate your child. Praise them for using the potty, even if they didn't go, to encourage them to try again next time. Consider using a sticker chart or a rewards system to track progress and provide additional incentives. However, avoid using punishments or negative reinforcement as they can lead to anxiety and setbacks.
Dress for Success:
During the potty training phase, dress your child in loose-fitting clothing that they can easily pull up and down. Avoid overalls, onesies, or any outfits that are difficult to remove quickly. This allows them to become more independent in managing their own bathroom needs.
Prepare for Accidents:
Accidents are an inevitable part of the potty training process. Stay calm and be prepared to handle accidents with patience. Teach your child to recognize the sensations of needing to use the bathroom and to communicate it to you. If an accident occurs, reassure your child and involve them in the cleanup process. Avoid scolding or shaming, as it can undermine their confidence.
Nighttime Training:
Daytime and nighttime potty training are two separate processes. Once your child consistently stays dry during the day, you can gradually introduce nighttime training. Limit fluid intake before bed, establish a bedtime routine that includes using the bathroom, and consider using training pants or protective bedding until they can consistently wake up dry.
Potty training is a significant milestone in a child's life, and with the right approach and a supportive environment, it can be a positive and successful experience for both you and your little one. Remember, every child is different, so be patient and adjust your strategies to suit your child's needs. Celebrate their progress
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Potty Trainer Chair For Kids | Infanto
Infanto offers the best potty trainer chair for kids. A potty training chair for children is a specialized seat meant to assist youngsters in transitioning from diapers to toilet use. It is a smaller-sized chair designed for young children, with features that make potty training easier and more pleasant. Potty trainer seats are often smaller in size than standard adult toilet seats.
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IS BROMAR MADE OF BOYFRIEND MATERIAL?
Martha was sat on the toilet having a wee. Okay, nothing strange there, I hear you say. Well, I don’t hear you, but I would if I was there and you were saying it. Our daughter running up the stairs to use the actual bathroom was a recent development. The potty used to live downstairs, for emergency wees when her legs weren’t long enough and her bladder wasn’t strong enough to make it up the suitable for Sherpa super steep stairs of our Victorian terrace. In order to make potty training fun, we were gifted a potty that actually looked like a toilet, replete with toilet seat, lid, cistern with push button and flushing sound effects and all. It did the job in helping Martha do HER jobs, until one day she told me that she was too grown up for the flushing toilet. YESSSSSSS. Finally, the toilet that meant our toddler both sat and shat directly in front of the TV was going to be gifted to the non-specific ‘little tiny baby’ who had a desperate need for all of Martha’s cast offs.
Martha marched purposefully up to the tiny toilet and removed the plastic cistern lid and its hilariously noisy flush, called her imaginary Sherpa friend, and climbed up past the first floor base camp to the unofficial town dump that was our attic to leave the cistern lid and offending sound effects ‘for the little tiny baby’. The shitter sans sounds remained for a couple of months, swapping out for a regular sized potty, which did not do a great job of preventing the foul stench of the increasingly gigantic number twos of an increasingly gigantic child of four from stinking the bejeesus out of the entire ground floor until three seconds before the next poop was due to plop into the pink plastic potty. One day, mum removed her gas mask and just put the potty in Martha’s room. She never questioned its relocation, and started clambering up to the toilet immediately thereafter.
I got the shout of “DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD” from the bathroom, and went upstairs, ready to fulfill my duties as official arse wiper (a job that I cannot remember having applied for, but somehow seemed to have been employed to do), but Martha instead said “Dad, guess what?” With no realistic chance of guessing in the context of my daughter sitting on a toilet thinking about things, the best I could come up with was a tenuous link to the dinosaur that she had stopped colouring in to come upstairs in the first place. “ermmm...you did a poo shaped like an Anklyosaurus?” Well remembered, dad. 10 Dad Points in the bag.
“No, silly dad. Omar is my boyfriend.”
“Okay love, that’s great.” Wait. WHAT? Omar? The only dealings that I have had with Omar is when he had flown past me and down an alleyway near school the previous week chasing another kid, shouting the not very 4-year-old phrase “FUCKS SAKE BRO”. Fucks sake indeed.
“Omar? I thought that you loved First Crush?” (Strangely enough, ‘First Crush’ is not his actual name). She did. She adored First Crush in the hiding behind dad whenever she saw him kind of way that a 4 year-old does. She talked about him ALL THE TIME. Indeed, I had managed to wangle a brief 20-minute play date in our back garden with First Crush and his mum only the previous week, which Martha was over the moon about.
The highlight of the back garden play date was seeing my daughter and her future husband squished together sardine style in our giant rattan swinging egg chair, rocking back and forth to the sound of “We Don’t Talk About Bruno no no no” from the Encanto soundtrack. It was cuter than a room filled with pugs. The perfect photograph to be blown up and put behind the top table at their 2038 wedding reception. I didn’t dare take the photo of someone else’s child, even if he was my future son in law, so I filed it away in my tired old dad brain for my Father of the Bride speech. For a brief moment, it looked like First Crush and his mum were going to be renting a house three doors down from ours, which sent Martha off the chart excitement wise. When that didn’t happen because the landlord wouldn’t stump up to remove some dog piss encrusted carpets and replace them with some that weren’t permeated with pooch pee, Martha was devastated. So, as you may well imagine, Omar being my future son-in-law came as a little bit of a surprise.
“I like Omar. I asked him to be my boyfriend, and he said yes. So he’s my boyfriend.”
“FUCKS SAKE BRO!”
“Daaaaaaaad, I’m NOT a bro. A girl isn’t a bro.”
My knee-jerk response and Martha’s subsequent lesson on the first rule of Bro Club only took place in my head. Instead, I responded with a far more reasoned “Omar eh? That’s nice love. That’s nice. I’m going to have to introduce myself to Omar...”. I quickly Google searched for those wires that TV producers used to stick on the gums and lips of Dobermans to make them look all snarly and bitey, and found that they didn’t do them in Patterdale Terrier size. How very disappointing. I then went onto Amazon Prime and searched for ‘Arnold Schwarzenegger T-800 Terminator Halloween outfit’, thinking that I could roll up from school to a soundtrack of ‘You Could Be Mine’ by Guns and Roses, with my clothes, my boots and my modorrrcycle, and a pump action shotgun across my lap. Just as I was about to swipe my phone to ‘buy now’ I remembered about Martha’s army surplus tank top and combat boot wearing school chum, Sarah Connor, and removed the Arnold Schwarzenegger T-800 Terminator Halloween outfit from my virtual basket. I’ll be back Bromar, I’ll be back...
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We, the “Pee”-ple of India.
The Frequent Flyers of Air India are now getting not infrequently pissed off with the “Pee-ples” of “ur(i)nation”, that is, India.
Being rudely “soaked” out of their dreams, which were converted to a soaking wet variety, by a dribbling stream of badly potty trained passengers, was bad enough, but to be made to spend the rest of journey in a disposable pajamas on the Crew Seat, was even worse.
Not long back, air travel was an event to look forward to. It was restricted only to the upper echelons of the society. People used to dress-up in their Aristocratic best for the event.
Besides collecting Toffees served by the ever smiling, mannequin like Air Hostess, as souvenirs, a visit to checkout the Toilets in midair was a highlight of the journey!
It was amazing to see that even on short haul flights, passengers made a beeline for the toilets in those golden, high brow days of the air travel.
Maybe now, the novelty of air travel has worn off. Aristocracy now rubs shoulders with the hoi polloi in the aircrafts.
Instead of dressing up, now the passengers dress down. Vests, Shorts and Slippers have become de rigueur for both the sexes instead of the customary 3 pieces and fine dresses. Just as the harsh toilet training, popularised by the Japanese and German parents, has given way to the western, more laissez-faire toilet training.
The free flowing liquor in the international flights has exacerbated the malady, loosening the morals, tongues and the bladder control. The new age Oliver Twist keeps asking for one more Single Malt for the loo!!
The resultant is evident in the spate of mid air brawls and incontinent and “pissi-parous” behaviour.
To combat this “Pissi-parous” tendency, the Airlines may mull inflight screening of movie like “Toilet.. Ek Prem katha" or "Piku” for educational purposes to stop a show of the “Pee”pali Live” and provision of something like the “Vomit Bags” for the hard pressed, incontinent “Peeing Toms”.
For to them, it’s when you gotta go,.. you gotta go! Just like India, there are no full stops in “Uri-nation”!!
Wishing you a "piss- full" journey!
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How to Choose Baby Training Potty For Your Child
If your child is close to the time when they're ready to start the potty training process, you'll need to buy a potty for him. But there are a few factors that you should take into consideration when choosing the right potty for your child. It's not easy to choose between a variety of potties. Here are some tips to help you decide. Choosing the right baby training potty for your child is essential for your child's future health.
First, you'll want to choose a toilet topper that has a removable catch bowl. A top-mounted bowl is more convenient. Make sure it's easy to remove, and it doesn't slide around. Custom Potty Training Chair Manufacturers Another thing to keep in mind is gadgetry. Some potty chairs have bells and sings, which can confuse young toddlers. Ultimately, you want a potty that's both comfortable and safe for your child.
Second, make sure your child's potty training toilet seat is easy to clean. Several designs are available on the market. Some are portable. Others are freestanding. It's important to choose the one that's right for your child's age and space. Make sure your child's comfort and safety are the main concerns when selecting a potty. If you can't dedicate a toilet, you should choose a seat that is removable.
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Blackwater Lake - Chapter 1
Summary: There’s a little town high in the mountains where everyone has a secret, and every family has something that makes them unique. In Blackwater Lake those that are outcast by nature come together.
Characters: Werewolf!Captain Syverson, Werewolf!Female Reader, Vampire!Walter Marshall.
Warnings (for this chapter, all small mentions but warning just in case): Breastfeeding, Accidental Cutting Injury/Blood loss, blood transfusions.
This chapter contains no sex scenes or scenes of a sexual nature.
A continuation of previous Werewolf!Sy stories Moonlight on the Sand and Castle Under The Stars. This will be a series of stand alone stories/2 parters, which will revolve around the residents of the town, with some recurring characters.
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Blackwater Lake - Chapter 1
The late spring day brought pleasant scents and mouth watering flavours, Blackwater Lake’s town May day parade in full flow as you held two month old Luna in her carrier to your chest, turning to smile at your husband Sy as he balanced Mikey on his shoulders so your son could watch the floats whilst they slowly cruised past. You knew he would be most excited about the Fire Department bringing their trucks past. At the first whoop of the siren Mikey squealed with joy, the ice cream cone in his hand tipping slightly and setting a blob of blue bubblegum flavour gelato into Sy’s cheek;
“Hey, no wriggles! Its raining ice cream down here”
Pausing the consumption of your own cone you handed it to Sy as you reached into your bag and found a baby wipe, moving to wipe his cheek before stretching to wipe your son’s face. Finding a trash can to toss the wipe into, you smiled as you watched your two boys as they waved to the Fire Trucks, the crew making sure to honk their horns when they saw Sy.
Everyone in town loved Sy. You’d moved there together when you’d found out you were pregnant with Mikey, your army days behind you and wanting to seek somewhere quiet where you could live in the woods to allow for full moon runs whilst being close enough to civilisation to raise a family. The aging receptionist at the realtor had pulled you aside the second you’d arrived in their office when you’d visited the town, recognising one of her own as her nostrils had flared and she’d explained that there were ‘all sorts’ in the town. That was your first meeting with Edith, and you’d gone on to move in just up the mountain from her. Once Sy had finished in the Army and baby number two was on the way, he’d started working alongside retired detective Walter at his construction company where they specialised in commercial buildings. They were always on call for when businesses had emergencies, so had come to the aid of half the town after storms and accidents.
As the parade dragged on Luna woke, grumbling for a change and a feed. The two boys were transfixed with the parade and you’d lost your ice cream cone to Sy who was now mindlessly munching away on it. Tugging on his sleeve you caught his attention;
“Luna’s woken up, i’m gonna take her into Sue’s Coffee Shop to change her and give her a feed”
“Sure thing Darlin, we’ll come find you in a bit”
-
The coffee shop was quiet, its doors opened onto the sidewalk and as the radio played soft rock music, just one or two tables taken outside but the inside empty. Sue - the owner - smiled at you as you walked in;
“Hey Sue!”
“Hey there! What can I get'cha?”
“Can i get a decaf iced latte? I just need to change Luna if that’s ok?”
“Of course, no need to ask, the restroom is empty”
A couple of minutes later your little girl had a clean butt but was still grizzling, now hungry for your milk. Sue had set your drink onto a table in the corner, a soft window seat she knew you liked to sit at to feed. Settling in you pulled your cami top down and unhooked the strap of your nursing bra, helping Luna to latch on as she cried before a blissful quiet descended over you as she happily suckled on your breast. In the quiet of the coffee shop you reached for your drink and sipped on it, smiling down at your beautiful daughter as she gazed up at you;
“Hey there my little Luna, better now? Is that the good stuff? Yeah? Well that’s what your Daddy says it is…” you said with a whisper and a smirk.
“Hey”
The sudden greeting made you jump, looking up to see Walter standing near your table;
“Oh, Hi Walter”
“Sorry…” he glanced away, averting his eyes from where you were feeding; “I just asked if you wanted anything?”
“Oh no, i’m fine, i’ve got a coffee… but you’re welcome to join me if you like? Sy and Mikey will be along once the Parade’s over”
Nodding once the quiet man went to order before returning with what looked like a quad espresso but faltering when it came to taking a seat;
“Where did you want me to sit?”
“Oh anywhere you like” you shifted Luna as she had finished on one breast, hooking that side up before shifting and moving her to the other breast. You’d mastered the art of switching breasts without revealing anything, the baby's head blocking any view of a nipple, and you were a vehement supporter of breast feeding - in fact any feeding - and had been known to get into loud shouting matches with anyone that told you to cover up something that was completely natural.
“I mean, i don’t want Sy to think i’m here oggling his wife’s tits”
Laughing, you kicked out a soft chair with your foot;
“This is fairly low, take this one and here…” you moved the upright menu on the table in front of Luna’s head, knowing that she would now be shielded from view and with your breast, and saving Walter’s embarrassment.
Just as Walter sat down Sue brough over his sandwich, the scent of it hitting your nostrils and making your stomach audibly growl;
“Oh wow, what is that?”
“A steak wrap with chimichurri sauce” he lifted one half and offered it to you, but you shook your head.
“Thanks, but that’s just a little too rare for me… looks like a good veterinarian could bring it back to life”
Walter laughed as you called out to Sue, ordering one of the same.
“You want yours still mooing too?”
“Medium, please” you laughed as she nodded and walked away.
As she cooked your meal you turned back to Walter. You’d had a few conversations with him over the 11 months he and Sy had worked together, but knew very little about him apart from his reputation of being quiet and surly, generally sleep deprived and a little pale most of the time. He’d been medically retired from the Police Department after an accident where he’d lost a lot of blood and had never fully recovered.
As Luna happily fed and Walter devoured his sandwich you sipped on your drink, watching with curiosity as the man ate in silence, savouring each bloody bite. When he finally crumpled the napkin onto the plate and sat back he caught you watching him;
“What? Do i have something on my face?”
“No” you laughed softly; “Just watching how quickly you devoured that sandwich. Rachel not feeding you at home?”
Walter’s face dropped;
“She left”
“Oh fuck. I’m sorry Walter, i wouldn’t have said anything if i’d known”
“S’ok. She got fed up with the way i lived my life, but i can’t change who i am”
“True”
Just then Sy and Mikey came running into the coffee shop;
“Hi Darlin! Hi Sue! Hi Walt… be right back, Jnr has a bathroom emergency!”
The two Syverson boys disappeared into the restroom, and you could clearly hear Sy’s voice;
“Point! POINT IT AT THE TOILET! That’s it, stand on your tippy toes… there we go! Got here in time!”
You suppressed a laugh, Walter raising his eyebrows;
“Potty training?”
“Uh-huh… it's been a challenging few weeks to say the least, but Mikey wanted to give it a go”
The sound of the dryer could be heard as Sy and Mikey reappeared, Sy giving you double thumbs up from behind his son who ran to you;
“A perfect aim Darlin, no leaks. Think this deserves a cookie!”
As Mikey squealed with joy you groaned;
“Sy… not more sugar! He’ll be up all night. Mikey, honey, how about some fries?”
“And Eggies?” Mikey asked
“Sure thing honey, get Daddy to ask Sue”
As the afternoon wore on and the boys chatted, you listened as Sy and Walter discussed work stuff, Luna sleeping peacefully in your arms as you ate with Mikey. Finally glancing at your watch you motioned to Sy the time;
“Hun, i’ve gotta go collect our meat order from Walkers Meats”
“Oh yeah, sure. Here…” He opened his wallet and peeled off a bunch of $20’s as he turned to Walter; “She makes the best Steak Tartare… it's unbelievable”
“You make that?” Walter asked
Angling Luna into her carrier sling you adjusted the straps and nodded;
“Sure do! Hey, did you want to join us for dinner?”
“Yeah, join us!” Sy parroted; “And before you say anything, you wouldn’t be intruding”
With a weak smile Walter nodded;
“Sure, that’ll be nice. I gotta go to the lumber yard before though… pick out the stuff for next week's job”
You noticed that Mikey had finished his meal and was looking sleepy, holding your hand out to him he slid off the chair and stood next to you;
“How about I take the kids home, Sy you catch a ride with Walter?”
With everyone happy with the arrangements you made your way along main street to where Sy had parked his enormous truck, helping Mikey into his seat before unlatching Luna and settling her into her carrier. They were both fast asleep by the time you got to the drivers seat.
You managed to park directly outside the door to Walkers Meats, and Freya the weekend girl helpfully brought everything out to you when you called inside that the kids were asleep in the car and you didn’t want to leave them.
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Dinner had been fun. The two kids were peacefully sleeping as the three adults chatted after the meal, before you finally stood to load the dishwasher and start hand washing the items that couldn’t go in there. Just as you were about to start you heard a cry from the kids, Sy standing;
“It’s Mikey, i’ll go”
As you started to handwash the various knives and delicate glasses, Walter stood at your side to dry items, the two of you talking casually before you let out a cry and pulled your hand from the soapy bowl of water. The dark crimson of your blood flowed from your finger, the knife you’d forgotten you’d put in the sink the cause;
“Fuck… hand me a towel…” you asked Walter, but were surprised when he sucked in a sharp intake of breath and turned, hunching over. Clutching your hand to your chest, you were surprised by his reaction, before he suddenly turned and you let out a shriek.
Sy appeared at the doorway in a panic before rushing to you, wrapping a napkin around your hand before he finally turned to look at Walter;
“What the fuck…”
Walter was pale, paler than usual, but that wasn’t what shocked the pair of you. No, it was the fact his eyes were pure white except for dark pools for his pupils, and as he opened his mouth to speak you saw his fangs;
“It’s… it’s the blood…” he gasped out; “It drives me…”
Sy wrapped his arm around your shoulders, but looked at his friend as he slumped onto the floor, shaking and sobbing;
“Think we need a chat Walt”
-
The three of you sat around the kitchen table, a hefty glass of scotch in front of each of you as Walter spoke;
“So umm yeah… this is why i left the Department. Went into a supposedly abandoned building, but it wasn’t empty. Two what we thought were junkies in there, looked like they were frail and would snap in a keen wind, but they had this strength and speed… They overpowered me, latched onto my neck. Drained my blood, and when the last drop was about to pass their lips one of my officers finally found me and shot them. They bled into me. The EMT’s took me to New Mercy and gave me a massive blood transfusion, and treated me for severe anemia… well guess what, the fangs and fucked up eyes were a surprise a few weeks after i was discharged”
You sat wide eyed and mouth agape, not touching your drink;
“I have so many questions...”
“Okay”
“Garlic. Crosses. Being invited in. Sunlight…”
Walter chuckled;
“Most a load of complete bollocks. Garlic? Well you put some in your steak tartare didn’t you? In fact it helps with the anemia. Crosses? No issue. Being invited in, again that’s just rubbish. Sunlight however… why do you think i’m so pale, huh? Have to wear factor 50 all the damn time otherwise i end up looking like a Maine Lobster at a cookout”
Both you and Sy were transfixed, Walter chatting away but his eyes hadn’t returned to normal and his fangs occasionally caught on his lip as he spoke.
“What ‘bout blood then?” Sy asked
Walter cleared his throat;
“Well, i’ve been making do with cows blood since Rachel left”
“You used to suck her blood?” you asked in a high pitched voice
Again Walter cleared his throat, this time just the faintest hint of a blush crept over his cheeks above his beard;
“Err yeah, about once a month… but she had enough in the end and left”
“I got another question” Sy interjected; “Why are your fangs still out?”
Although he answered Sy, Walter looked directly at you;
“Because she’s bleeding”
You looked down at your hand, puzzled as the wound had now sealed, before it hit you;
“Oh… I should go and sort that out”
Sy caught up quickly, glancing at the back of your dress;
“You’re fine Darlin, Walt caught it in time”
When you returned to the kitchen the two men had knocked back their drinks, Sy pouring another hefty glass for the pair of them. Pouring your drink into Sy’s you smiled at him;
“Luna won’t appreciate it”
Making yourself a herb tea you sat down next to Sy, leaning on his shoulder as you sipped your tea. Walter cleared this throat;
“You two have taken this a lot better than i envisioned anyone would… better than Rachel did…”
You looked up at Sy and smiled, his own grin crossing over his face before he nodded and you both turned to Walter as Sy spoke;
“Oh… we have a bit of understanding of this kinda thing”
With the full moon starting tomorrow night you knew that you could both force your eyes to turn orange, the bright ring of fire in your irises flaming like a pyre, shocking Walter so much he slipped back on his chair and fell to the floor. Greeted by both of you giggling, he pulled himself back up using the table as he righted his chair, knocking back the rest of his glass;
“What… the… FUCK?”
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Daddy Old Man
AN: This is a complementary blurb/one to @twilightmomentswithyou ‘s request, but it's in Cal's POV. As always ty to @d-oaks for beta reading and editing. Forgot to mention Alexis Ximena is a different Alexis Ximena, remember I was redoing Wildflower (pr!Cal) and yeah, it in this AU. So don't be confused :) enjoy
Requested?: by like 3 anons
Warnings: lil sad moments, angst with a happy ending?
Word Count: 4015 words
Calum rolled over on his bed and groaned into his pillow, wondering who thought it was a good idea to call him at exactly six in the morning on Christmas eve. He patted the nightstand until he found his phone. Nico's mom. He sighed and answered.
"What do you want?" Calum grunted into his phone.
"Good morning to you too," She said sarcastically.
"Well, you'd be tired if your daughter decided to get up in the middle of the night requesting you to repack her bag because she wanted to take only clothes her mum bought her."
"Actually that's what I wanted to talk about…"
"Oh for fucks sake," he began. "You promised Nico. She hasn't seen you in months."
"I know, it just got hectic here with his family, and I can't make it for Christmas. But I'll be there for New Years."
"I'm sure you are."
"Calum—"
"Goodbye."
He locked his phone and tossed it to the side. Calum wasn't surprised that she made up an excuse and called him last minute. He'd be more surprised if she didn't call to cancel.
He settled back in his sleeping position and closed his eyes. Minutes later he began dozing off, but on the other side of his door he heard Nico, Duke and Alexis Ximena's Bernese mountain dog, Bernie. He caught their shadows on the bottom of the door.
The door slowly opened, letting the trio in. After loudly shutting the door, Nico slowly made her way to his bed while Duke trotted over to the edge of his bed. He tried jumping on, but failed. Calum stifled his laugh, pretending to be asleep. He couldn't hold it in as he watched Nico struggle to get Duke in bed.
"Daddy, help please." She grunted as she held Duke in her arms.
"Of course." He giggled.
With ease, Calum picked them up and settled them on his bed. Duke made his way to the foot of the bed and curled up into a ball. Nico crawled to Calum and settled on his side. She placed her small head on his bicep.
Once everyone settled, Bernie climbed into bed. It wouldn't be the first time that he joined them in Calum's bed, which was why Calum upgraded his queen size bed to a California king.
"Blanket, please," she said through her yawn.
Calum rolled his eyes and covered them.
"Thank you."
He hummed in response.
It wasn't long until they fell back to sleep. An hour in, Calum lost feeling in his arm so he carefully placed Nico on a pillow, where she'd be more comfortable. He turned to the other side and went back to sleep.
Around nine, he woke up. Nico had her small arm tightly around Calum's side and her face smushed on his back. Her soft snores filled the room. He carefully turned her and got out of bed. He slipped on his long sleeve shirt.
Duke lifted his head and gave Calum a disinterested look before laying next to Nico. Calum watched Nico wrap her arm around Duke. With that the dog fell back into a deep slumber. Bernie was already off the bed, waiting for Calum to open the door for him.
Calum did his morning routine and put on his socks last before he made his way downstairs. He spotted Alexis Ximena in the kitchen flipping a freshly made waffle onto a plate.
“Mornin’” Calum grumbled to her, going straight to the coffee pot.
“Good morning.” She greeted him. “I thought you and Nico were going to be next door for breakfast with her mom and grandparents.”
“Nico’s mum called a few hours ago, saying some shit about not being able to make it. You know the usual.” He said. He took a long sip of his coffee, sticking out his tongue as the hot liquid scalded his tongue.
"Waffles?" She offered.
"Please." He nodded before blowing on his coffee and taking a sip.
While Alexis Ximena finished, Calum looked back to the living room. Thanks to her, the whole place looked festive. It was like walking into a Crate and Barrel ad. It wasn't too over the top and tacky, but it wasn't simple either.
The only thing that seemed out of place was the Christmas tree. It was the first tree Calum ever bought when he first moved in. He only put out to have some festive decoration since he rarely ever spent Christmas in Los Angeles. After Nico was born, he couldn't travel with her as much. She barely handled flights from Los Angeles to Toronto, so Calum didn't even think about her flying to Sydney.
"I think it's time, we get a new tree," Calum said to Alexis Ximena.
"Finally. I fucking hate that tree," she confessed.
"Why haven't you said anything? You just let me put that piece of shit up?"
"I thought it meant something to you."
"I bought that shit at Walmart for about fifteen dollars."
"And it shows," she mumbled to herself, but Calum heard her. She slid a plate to him. "Eat up."
"Thank you," He hummed. He reached for the honey and swirled it around his waffles. Then he spread a huge dollop of cream cheese on each waffle. He took another sip of his coffee then remembered something. "Weren't you supposed to be in Tijuana?"
"Yeah, but I was just dropping off my dad at the airport." Alexis Ximena said as she cut her waffles in neat bite size pieces. "His flight was at eight. We left here like at four because he had to check in at six."
"Have you slept?"
"No," she snorted. "It's fine though, the past weeks I've been doing night shoots, so my sleep is off."
It was all a lie. Since Calum couldn't go to Sydney, Alexis Ximena decided to fly Joy and David out to see them. So she made up the lie that her dad needed her to drop him off at the airport when in reality she was picking them from LAX. Her dad wasn't even going to Mexico this year. He decided to fly to New York to see Alexis Ximena's mom.
"Daddy," Nico called to him from the stairway.
"Yes?" He answered back.
"Please come here." A few seconds go by. "The bed is wet."
"A shit," he mumbled. He got up from his seat and made his way upstairs.
A few months ago Calum started potty training Nico. It went by pretty smoothly, but they have occasional accidents. Especially the night before something she's excited for, like her mom visiting.
He found her on the edge of the toilet, running her pendant over its chain. A habit her mom would do whenever she was anxious. She met his gaze, and her eyes were widened; they filled with embarrassment and guilt. Tears brimmed around her eyes.
"Daddy, I'm sorry." She blubbered.
Calum knelt down in front of her and held her small hands in his. "It's okay. It happens to the best of us." He softly said.
"But we're late for mami."
Calum stayed quiet for a bit wondering how to tell her that her mom cancelled. Then she spoke up.
"Mami not here?"
Calum shook his head. "There was too much snow and the planes had to stay." He lied.
Nico nodded. "When will she?" she asked.
"Not sure. Let's run you a shower okay?"
"Okay."
Nico hopped off the toilet and exited the bathroom. She held onto Calum's hand as they went to her room. He helped her shower and get ready.
"Do you want your hair down or braids?" He asked her when he sat her in front of her small vanity.
"Down please," she said.
Calum nodded and gently towel dried her hair as best he could before brushing it. He sprayed a generous amount of leave-in conditioner and gently combed her hair.
Nico smelled like an orange creamsicle. Calum was forever grateful for Jesssica Alba when she sent him a PR package of her baby brand. He nearly cried of pure happiness because Nico finally found a shampoo she liked. He had spent months going through baby brand after baby brand to find one she liked and didn’t hurt her scalp. Since then that's all he uses on her.
"All done." He said, setting the comb down.
Her eyes widened at the work Calum did. It was simple, but Nico loved it.
"So pretty, like you, daddy." She gushed.
"Let's go eat breakfast. Mena made some waffles."
"Waffles?" She gasped. She clapped her hands and made it out the door. She poked her head back in her room. "Let's go, old man."
"Hey, who are you calling old?" he asked.
"You," she giggled, covering her mouth.
They made their way down to the kitchen. Nico instantly wrapped her arms around Alexis Ximena.
"Hi, mami Mena," Nico said softly.
When she first started talking, Alexis Ximena or plainly just Alexis were hard for her to pronounce, so she went with mami. Around the time, Nico barely saw her mom because she was on tour and for a while she thought Alexis Ximena was her mom. Alexis Ximena explained that she wasn't her mom, but she loved Nico as if she was her daughter. Eventually Nico started to add 'Mena' whenever she'd ask for Alexis Ximena. It was her way of distinguishing Alexis Ximena and her biological mom.
"Hi, pretty lady. Want some waffles?"
"Yes, please." Nico said. She walked over to her stool. "Daddy, up please."
"Oh so now I'm daddy," he said.
"Daddy old man." Nico giggled.
***
"Are you very sure you want this one?" Calum asked Nico when she finally decided on a Christmas tree.
During breakfast Alexis Ximena convinced Nico that a natural tree is better than an artificial tree, to Calum's dismay. Now Nico and him were at a tree farm an hour or so from home. They spent over an hour going over every tree. From height, Nico wanted a big one, 'taller than daddy', and color. Calum didn't mind explaining. He knew Nico was at that age where she was practically a sponge and absorbed everything. Though it did take her a while to understand that not all trees grow avocados and lemons like the ones her uncle Ashton and her grandparents had.
"Yes. I want this one." She pointed at eight foot noble fir.
"Okay. Go with uncle Luke and wait for me okay."
Luke reached for her and led them to a bench. Calum walked over to the worker and let them know what tree he was going to buy. They told him that it would be ready in about ten minutes. They attached a ribbon with his last name to the tree and went over to help another customer. Calum went back to Luke and girls.
Ashton was going to join them, but Max had somehow locked himself in his studio. So he needed to get him out. Michael was barely landing spending a week in Palo Alto with his godson and the kid's family, so he couldn’t make it.
"Smells yummy," Calum heard Nico say out loud. He watched her spin around until her nose led her to a churro stand. A churros stand Calum had spotted the second they walked in, but did his best to steer them away from it.
"Daddy, I want one," she told Calum once he joined them at the bench.
Calum shook his head, "Not today. We're going to get lunch with Luke and Rory once we get the tree in the car."
"I don't want lunch." She huffed crossing her arms, challenging him.
Calum looked over to Luke for some help. He looked as lost as Calum. It was a side of Nico they've never seen.
"Nico," Calum warned her. He's only used that tone on her once, and she stopped acting out.
"Mami buys them for me." She tried arguing.
"Well, she's not here is she?" he said out of frustration. He quickly regretted saying that to her. When he told her that her mom wasn't coming, she didn't say much. Her outburst is a result of her not reacting to the news.
Nico began tearing up. Her small hands balled into fists as she huffed, trying her best not to fully cry. Her chest rose as her frustration took over her body.
"I want my mami not you," she repeated until she broke into full sobs. Her voice hiccuped and cracked as she begged for her mom.
Calum got down at her level and pulled her into a hug. She kept begging for her mom, mumbling how she missed her. She gave in and wrapped her arms around him. He pulled away and wiped her tears.
"I know you're upset that she's not here, but that's no way to behave Nico. You're becoming a big girl. If you feel sad or mad, you have to tell me, so I can help you feel better. Okay?"
"Yes," she nodded. She looked down at her feet and dusted off the fake snow from her Doc Martens. "I love you, daddy."
"I love you too, Nico."
"These young parents need to have a heavier hand with their kids. Hugging and consoling them is just going to enable their tantrums." Calum heard one of the older parents say to another.
He was about to say something, but Luke beat him to it.
"Maybe you should stop talking shit about someone you don’t know and pay attention to your own kid that's playing in actual shit." Luke nodded his head towards the small child jumping on the reindeers' poop.
The woman gave Luke an offended look before walking away with the other woman.
"Everything good?" Luke asked them.
"Yeah," Calum nodded. "I'll explain in a bit."
Once Calum paid for the tree, they made their way back to their cars. Luke buckled Rory back in his car seat.
"Is she okay?" Luke asked him once he popped out of the back.
"Yeah, she just upset her mum's in Toronto when she promised she was coming for Christmas. I wasn't upset because she cancelled, not the first time she's done it, but because it's starting to affect Nico more, you know."
"Yeah. I'm sorry you and Nico have to go through that." Luke said.
"But we'll get through it, she has me."
"Daddy, I want lunch." Nico yelled from inside his car.
***
When Calum entered his street, Paola, Nico's aunt passed them while jogging with her dog. One thing Calum was happy about was that most of Nico's maternal family lived next door, and she was able to spend as much time with them as she wanted. They've been very helpful when Nico first entered Calum's life. They sometimes watched her when Calum was touring and Alexis Ximena couldn't because of work.
"Daddy, there's Tía and Karma." Nico pointed out when they drove past her.
"Let's drop off the tree and we'll go over." Calum suggested.
"Yay!" Nico clapped.
Calum pulled up to the driveway and grabbed Nico. They arrived at her grandparents' just as Paola came back from her jog.
"Thought I saw you two just now." Poala said, getting down to hug Nico. "¿Cómo está mi princesa?"
"Bien." Nico answered. "My daddy got a big tree."
"Oh wow! Santa's gonna leave so many presents huh."
"He's not real. Mi mami Mena leaves presents."
Paola looked up at Calum. "She's not even three and she knows he's not real."
"Not my fault. She saw a movie about it." He said defensively.
"Wanna come in? My parents are inside." Paola asked.
"Yes!" Nico nodded.
They made their way inside. Calum still remembered the first time he actually entered the house. It was when he dropped off Nico's mom after he made her cry at the studio. Fast forward to about five years, and the place still kept its homey vibe.
Calum helped Nico take off her jacket and hang It on the coat rack. He heard her make her rounds of greeting her grandparents. Before joining them, he sent Alexis Ximena a text that they're next door and might be there for an hour.
He made his way to the kitchen where Amelia placed a bowl of pozole in front of Nico. He hugged her grandparents and sat next to Nico.
"Love, you just ate." Calum said to her. At the diner she didn't want her chicken tenders so she ended up eating most of Calum's veggie burger. If someone should be eating, it should be him.
"But… pozole." She argued, pointing to her bowl.
"Fine, but you're giving me some." He gave in.
Nico agreed. She topped their bowl by the handfuls with 're-chicken'—cabbage—, onion and radishes as Calum shredded some chicken. While they ate, Calum half listened to what everyone was saying. It was mostly their plans for tomorrow.
Nico ate about five spoonfuls of pozole, before making her ' I'm full' face. Calum finished the rest. He felt her rest her head on his side. In a matter of minutes she fell asleep.
"Guess that's our queue." Calum joked when her snores got louder. He carefully picked Nico up. "Thank you for having us and for the food. Delicious as always."
"Come by tomorrow, we got Nico some things. If you can't, we'll just drop them off." Alejandro, Nico's grandfather, said to him.
"No it's fine, we'll stop by. At ten?" Calum asked.
"That works."
"Thanks once again. We'll see you tomorrow." He waved at them.
He grabbed their coats, draping his over Nico like a blanket. When he reached his house, the tree was already off his car.
There was laughter coming from outside his door along with some chatter. Calum immediately recognized the voices. It was his parents.
He quickly entered his house. Bernie and Duke were at the front waiting for them. He made a shushing gesture to them and made his way upstairs so Nico can sleep more comfortably. Not wanting to disturb her much, he only took off her shoes and covered her in his coat again. She softly hummed and hugged her stuffed crocodile, Crow.
Calum made his way back downstairs, but went through the back stairs that lead to the kitchen, so his parents wouldn't see him. He saw Alexis Ximena mindlessly handing Joy snowflake ornaments as she ate Shapes with onion dip. His father was on the recliner with his arms crossed, nodding off.
Before Nico, this was how he imagined spending the holidays with his family once he settled down. He just wanted the most important people in his life together. And it's what he has. Sure the circumstances that brought them together weren’t how he planned, but he's grateful for them because he had Nico and Alexis Ximena.
"Are you just going to stand there and stare at Alexis or are you going to hug your mum?" Joy said playfully, bringing Calum back from his thoughts.
"Sorry," he mumbled sheepishly. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head. "How are you here?—Not that I mind."
"What? A mother can't come see her baby and his baby?" She asked. "Speaking of babies, where's Nico?"
"She's upstairs slee—"
"Daddy! I'm gonna poop." Nico yelled from upstairs.
"She's upstairs… using the faculties." He pulled away from Joy. "I'll be right back." Calum ran upstairs to help Nico.
Joy went back to her little makeshift station of ornaments. Alexis Ximena went a little overboard while shopping for things to put on the tree Calum was buying it. She was more than happy to help her with decorating.
"Thanks for not telling him that I flew y'all out." Alexis Ximena whispered to Joy in case Calum came in. "I know he would have made a big deal about it if he knew."
"Don't worry about dear." Joy said softly.
Joy felt indebted with Alexis Ximena. Not for the plane tickets, but for everything she's done for Calum and Nico. She brought a side of Calum that Joy never thought she was going to see. He's grown so much in almost three years.
In a blink of an eye he stopped being that brooding and almost hostile guy that claimed love was bullshit. All that nonsense he continuously talked about disappeared when he held Nico in his arms for the first time.
"Pops! Gramma JoJo!" Nico exclaimed when she ran into the living room. She hugged David and then Joy. Still in Joy's arms she asked, "Where is Tiny Teddy?"
***
"Four." Calum said as he emptied his pockets with Tiny Teddy bags. Alexis Ximena looked at him, confused to whatever he was rambling about. "That's how many she had under her fucking pillow. 'Daddy, I can sleep myself,' my arse."
"Oh, I thought she took them because she was gonna share with the other kids when we went to Luke and Aaliyah's." Alexis Ximena said as she reached for a sprinkles bag from the pile.
"You saw her grab them?"
"Yeah," she giggled.
"That fucking little shit," he mumbled.
Calum grabbed the other bags and took them to the kitchen. He grabbed the box of Tiny Teddy and put them back. He closed the cabinet, but then opened it. He knew his daughter and she would find a way to get to them. Grabbing the instant oatmeal packages, he put all of Nico's cookies in the box and tossed the Tiny Teddy box.
He came back to the living room and found Alexis Ximena placing all of the presents around the tree. She placed the bigger boxes in the back and neatly stacked the smaller boxes in the front.
"Can you help me up?" she asked him, smiling at him. Calum knew that smile. It was the same one Nico did when she needed help from him. So he effortlessly pulled her up. "While you're at it, can you help me with my boots?"
"I still don't understand why you wore these? Everyone was in their pajamas." Calum asked her. He tugged them off her and handed them to her.
"Just because I had to wear these corny ass PJs doesn't mean I had to look all fodonga." Alexis Ximena said defensively. She rubbed the soft leather against her cheek. "Plus these are Alexander McQueen."
Calum settled on the couch and turned on the TV. He cursed when the movie blasted Tyler the Creator's song as the Grinch started, and he quickly lowered the volume. Alexis Ximena crawled on the couch next to Calum and rested her head on his thigh.
They were at the part where the Grinch and Max get an obese reindeer to follow their shenanigans when they hear their dogs’ trotting and Nico trying not to giggle. Calum watched Nico stop and smile brightly at the Christmas tree.
She turned to Calum and jumped happily. “Daddy, Santa came!” She squealed.
“Yeah and took all of your Tiny Teddies since we didn’t leave him any.”
“And beer?”
Calum nodded and chuckled, remembering Ashton explaining to Ethan, Max and Nico how in Australia they leave beer for Santa with the cookies.
Alexis Ximena sat up and gave her an exaggerated confused look. “I thought you said Santa wasn’t real?”
Nico toyed with her necklace and quietly said. “Ethan said he’s real.” She sighed and smiled to herself. “And so handsome.”
“Aw you think he’s cute.” Alexis Ximena teased her. She poked her sides, earning a few giggles from her. “Cal, don’t you think that’s—]”
But Calum was too busy talking on the phone to pay attention to her. “Hey Michael! Just calling to say that all future playdates between Ethan and Nico are cancelled. Merry Christmas.” He said.
He hung up and looked at Nico. She had a deep pout and tears brimmed her eyes.
“I like playing with Ethan.”
“Cal, why are you so worked up? Nico’s two and Ethan is four. They’re just kids.” Alexis Ximena laughed.
“Yeah, then he’s going to be five and starting kindergarten soon. You can never trust those kindergarteners.”
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Omovember Day 2: Desperate at Night
ShinKami / Omorashi / AO3, if preferred
Kaminari wakes up to a pulsing in his bladder and groans. It’s his own fault for doing a hold so close to bedtime, but Shinsou had been called into work unexpectedly and Kaminari can never get the angles right on his own. He’d had to wait until Shinsou came back from helping his dads out at the cafe, and by then it’d been nearing seven o’clock.
He picks his phone up and groans again when he sees it’s only four in the morning. He’d much rather curl back with Shinsou, and turns back around to do just that.
It’s not entirely unusual for Kaminari to be woken up by his bladder at ungodly hours of the night. He’s never been the best at remembering to pee before bed, but usually he can cross his legs and go back to sleep.
He tries doing just that, crossing his legs at the thigh and tucking one of his feet behind the opposite calf.
It works for a moment. The urgent signals his bladder had been sending quiet as he stills, leaning his face against Shinsou’s neck and sucking up his body heat. He mourns his ability to curl up against Shinsou’s side, but he knows it’s probably for the best that he doesn’t squish his bladder by doing so.
It doesn’t take that long for him to fall back asleep. His dreams are a plethora of pee dreams, passing by images of a relief his waking body needs but only his dreaming one gets.
Kaminari dreams that he wets himself on a public bus, though it’s empty when he looks up. The stream keeps going until it spills over onto the floor and splatters against it, ringing out loudly in the otherwise silent space. There seems to be an unending amount of liquid stored up inside him. No matter how much he expels, it never brings a hint of relief with it.
Suddenly, he looks down and it’s no longer a bus seat underneath him but a port-a-potty. He grimaces, but his bladder gives an unhelpful pulse as he stares at it. Resigning to his fate, he pushes his pants down and awkwardly bends forward to hover. Just like the bus, even though the stream starts and pushes out of him like someone turned a bathtub faucet on, none of it brings relief.
The scenery shifts again, and it’s a bathroom he immediately recognizes. It’s the one at Aizawa and Hizashi’s cafe, the one Shinsou had just gotten back from working at. He spots the stupid kitty posters lining the wall that Shinsou had picked out as a child.
Hizashi had told Kaminari about it, how they’d foreseen issues and a lot of bumps in the road that are understandable when raising a child with Shinsou’s background. Yet somehow, they’d never seen potty training on the list of things that Shinsou would be behind in, and had to get all kinds of things that would calm him down enough to let him go.
It wasn’t even fun to make fun of Shinsou for it, because he takes everything in stride. He just shrugged at the stories and agreed with them quietly.
Kaminari knows this bathroom and he feels safe in it, so surely he’ll be able to go now, right? He once again yanks his pants down with urgency of a pregnant woman with three babies using her bladder as a trampoline, and sits down just as quickly.
He waits, but this time a stream doesn’t even come. The other instances of bathroom breaks hadn’t been relieving, but at least there’d been something. The worst part is, he can feel his muscles relaxing to let it out, but it still won’t come. Some internal thing that’s clogging up all the liquid inside him.
Frustrated, Kaminari lets out a quiet sob as he pushes down on his muscles, willing that blockage to go away. It takes a minute, but it finally does and he can feel the stream start for real.
Which is exactly when he wakes up and his eyes fling open. He doesn’t have time to assess the damage before he squeezes his muscles, stopping the stream - thankfully a small trickle thanks to his potty training and his brain realizing that this isn’t a proper place to relieve himself - and ripping off the blankets to run to the bathroom. He barely has enough brain power to grab his phone before he takes off running.
He uses the hand that isn’t holding the phone to help himself hold as he makes a dash for their upstairs bathroom. Kaminari is in too much of a rush to take Shinsou into consideration, slamming the door shut behind him. His bladder spasms at the sight of the toilet, and he squeezes his eyes shut and dances in place to keep himself in control.
He uses what little control he has left to step into the bathtub, and he throws his phone onto a soap bar. It’s not the best angle, but it’s all he has to work with right now and Shinsou can fix it later.
He barely has time to press record before some liquid slips past his muscles and fingers, sliding down his thigh without his consent. Kaminari whimpers pitifully and bends forward at the waist as he makes a show of grabbing himself. Panting with the effort, Kaminari does his best to put on a few seconds of a desperate show before he knows he’s been beat.
Some of the liquid gushes out of him, and Kaminari gasps.
“No, no, no,” he whines quietly, as it all slips past his fingers.
He moans and sobs at the relief, finally getting that feeling that his dreams robbed him of. His boxers stick to his thighs, and spill the liquid past its fabric in unashamed patterns as Kaminari empties himself on the shower floor.
“ God , does it feel good,” he moans, senses coming back to him.
He spreads his legs and pushes on his bladder with his hand, and down with his muscles to get the last of the stream out. He groans in relief as his bladder spasms around nothing.
He lets out a few, admittedly overdramatic, huffs of relief before leaning forward and turning the camera off.
He’s in the process of peeling his wet clothes away from his thigh as he hears Shinsou call through the door, “Are you done? I have towels for you, and a plastic bag to put your underwear in.”
“I love you,” Kaminari says, instead of answering.
He hears Shinsou’s laughter from the other side of the door, and considers it a win. Kaminari starts the shower, and Shinsou sneaks in to take his wet clothes and leave him new ones.
“I love you, too,” Shinsou says, from the other side of the shower curtain. “Even if you nearly pissed our bed tonight.”
Kaminari feels his cheek heat up under his hand as he washes his face.
“But I didn’t!” he says, and then, meeker, “Did I?”
“No, but from the wet spot on the floor, I’m guessing it was quite the close call.”
Kaminari, wisely, decides not to grace that with a response.
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