"Think of the convenience" I argued. "Slap one of those against the wall and it won't take up much room. Plus, since we could both use the bathroom down there at the same time, there would be plenty of extra time available for me to do important things around the house." Even though I was thinking it, I stopped short of adding, "Like blogging".
It didn't go over very well.
Needless to say, our basement bathroom is now complete - with only the one toilet.
You'll have to excuse me. Urinals and toilets have been on my mind a lot lately. Lukas is at the stage in his potty training where he exclusively uses them now. When there are no 'accidents' that is....and I'm proud to say that my son, who is a few months shy of his third birthday, is progressing very nicely. He actually went the whole week last week (non sleep time) with a dry set of underwear. Notice that I didn't say 'pair'. Yes, we did change him last week.
Anyway, back to the urinals. Again and again, and again. Every time we are out in public these days, sometimes Mrs. LIAYF, but more often me, are taking our son to the nearest restroom every 30 to 60 minutes to do his business - attempting to reinforce the idea that he go on a regular basis. And, since he is a 'big boy' now, he really doesn't want to sit to go pee. I can certainly relate and will always go out of my way to accommodate that desire.
But with the fact that my boy is still barely over 3' tall and won't be able to stand in front of a toilet on his own for some time still, what usually will transpire is that I'll pull down his pants and hold my son over the toilet or up to the urinal to complete the task at hand. This is usually a rather awkward procedure. This process is most often necessitated by the fact that almost no public restrooms, even the ones catering specifically to families, have step stools available. What's up with that? You know, you really don't notice these things until you have a little guy of your own.
All that being said, it turned out to be quite a treat for us the other day while visiting a local children's museum, when we rolled into the men's room and found, at the very end of a row of urinals, a small sized one that began at floor level! I found it difficult to contain my obvious excitement, though I did refrain from hooting in front of the other dad who was present.
I eagerly pointed this small sized receptacle out to Lukas, who seemed to immediately get the significance, or so said the adult sized smile that crept across his face. Not one to miss out on such a significant opportunity, I then parked myself one unit over while letting my son take care of his own business for a nice change. It was strangely a small moment of happiness for me.
Not only that, you can only imagine the time we saved.
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