Bathrooms

DD is now afraid of bathrooms. And it is my fault.

While driving to our Disney Christmas Vacay, the sweet little punkin' had to potty. Anyone who has travelled I-95 has seen the signs for South of the Border. Personally, I think this place is a disgusting tourist trap. It was, of course, the only place we could stop since DD had to go NOW.

There were at least 2 tour buses and only one ladies room (it had multiple stalls, but when there are 800 million women who need to go to the bathroom, it doesn't matter). I hold my 2YO DD like a shield and rudely push my way to the front. There is standing water throughout the entire bathroom. I wipe off the seat and put her down. She does her business. I sit down and do my business. I stand up to button up and turn around. HER HANDS ARE IN THE TOILET!!!!!!! I shriek like a madwoman; fly to the nearest sink and commence rinsing off her hands. Of course there is no soap. DD is crying b/c I've scared her out of her mind. I whip out the Purell and douse her hands. I think I put so much on her that there were pieces of skin hanging off.

The next time she had to go potty I told her to stand there and put her hands on her tummy while she waits for mommy. Now everytime we go to a public potty, she solemnly informs me that "I not touch anything. Hands on tummy."

Talking Trash

My 4 year old son is a trash talker! Anytime we play a game, he talks trash! "I'm gonna beat you mom." or "Watch out, I'm gonna win." Things like that. What a cutie pie.