Potty

So, you know you are a mom when you sit down to actually write about the bathroom, but I have to record this so I can embarass Shelby with it when she is older. :-)

Ever since Shelby started using the potty (back in April), I feel like we are on a tour of all the public restrooms we encounter. It never fails that once we are in a public spot, I hear the all too familiar call of "Potty Mommy!" And really, how can you not take her? Wouldn't that make you look evil to not take a toddler potty when she asks (and quite possibly wet)? We have visited every restaurant, store and even park district (yuck) bathroom in the Belvidere/Rockford area.

So, last night we are out to dinner and make 2 trips to the potty. Then, we took the girls to the park. This little tot lot near my mom and dad's house because the park we usually go to was closed off for fireworks later in the night. There we are playing happily when I hear "Mommy potty!" in the frantic voice that means 'I have to go RIGHT NOW!' and then, you guessed it, she went right there on the slide. Meanwhile, I had been getting braver with her since she does so well and only had a pull-up with me, not a spare pair of shorts so we had to cut our outing short and skip ice cream. Needless to say, I am packing a pair of shorts from now on just in case...