There is just nothing that can top the shopping experiences of a mother trying to purchase a list of three items. Especially if that said mother has a three year old with her.
First stop, Target. Two items: facial tissue and crackers for the three year old’s Halloween party tomorrow. 48 minutes, 3 trips to the bathroom, 1 Icee, and one very tortuous trip through the toy department later, we were finally read to leave. In the shopping cart? One long sleeve tee, 3 boxes of facial tissue (including one with fish on it in garish colors fit for only the criminally insane or 3 year old boys), a Littlest Pet Shop figure, and a dinosaur coloring book. On the way out, three year old loudly announces that he has just farted. Several nearby folk react – some with humor but a few of the bluer-haired ladies looked a bit peeved.
Second stop, Petco. $37 later, mom is the proud owner of 2 Tetra, 4 carbon filters, and a test strip kit. It only took 2 trips to the bathroom; which means I only had to hear the announcement, “Mom! I have to poop!!!” twice. (If your child has been potty trained for less than a month, you do not, upon penalty of dire consequences, make that child hold it. Because, you know once you threaten to throw away accident-filled underwear, that die has been cast.)
Ah, home in time for a cup of Chai.
Oh crap. Forgot the crackers for the stupid, stupid, stupid party tomorrow. Guess now I get to make a trip to the store with three children. You can only imagine how many items will make their way mysteriously into the shopping cart. Makes farting the best part of a shopping trip.
Because parenting is really only a “wait a second and this will change” kind of thing, here’s the latest in my little land of potty training. You may have read that using the power of Superheros seemed like a good way to jump start my 3 year old’s potty training process. (The Power of Superhero Underwear) Now it’s time for the update. Seasoned potty veterans probably know what is coming after the jump.
Ever been part of the potty-training process and you’ve been part of a whole lotta fun. My third has been working on this concept for what feels like forever now. He turned 3 last June and what had been going well took a turn for the worse after a week-long camping trip. A word to the wise: taking a potty chair camping is not always the sign of a good time. Read more…