Smart

Walmart, not my favorite place to go, but sometimes for convenience sake I must go. With children in tow. Trying to teach James to say it, wal mart. He shortens it and calls it " Wart". Once before we've been and James sees Timon from the Lion King. Its just a ride, but he wants it badly and for a quarter I don't mind. He refers to it as a cow, and moo's loudly while riding it. A few days ago I was running errands and we drive by this walmart and James is mooing and says he wants to ride this cow....he's only 2. Can he already read this Walmart sign? To make matters worse my bank, and Chik-fil-a are all in the same shopping center. The bank always gives him "yawyipops"(lollipops)and Chik-fil-a has his favorite thing in the world, a "paypace"(playplace)I need to stop going to Walmart, that bank and Chik-fil-a.
All the while happy little Scarlett complies with wherever we go, as long as we are going.



I also must share this story so I will never forget it! James had been interested in potty training for awhile now. A good friend of mine recommends the child to go commando while learning the new sensations of what it feels like to have to go. Great, so James is doing the commando thing perfectly doing really well. So well that I decided to take him to his most favorite place in the world, the "playplace" Goin Bananas(you should go too, it is so fun)
Once there I tell James lets go potty before playing. Done and done. This place is nice b/c I feel perfectly fine about letting James run around and not watching him like a hawk. I meet some nice moms in the back and she has a baby about the age of Scarlett, so we get to talking about our little girls. When all of a sudden a lady rushes over to me, says "Your son is covered in poop." Literally just like that..oh great I think. Nice mother lets me leave Scarlett with her as a sprint to find James with his hand up the leg of his pants trying to get the poop out. I pick him up quickly without a chance to think about what could be the best possible way to proceed managing to not get poop on myself. Get him cleaned up quickly and a diaper on quick. Only to walk out of the restroom, with the sweet woman that owns this joint on her hands and knees cleaning up my sons poop. What a saint she is...Bless her God, please.



Needless to say I did not learn my lesson there.



Days later, having put a diaper on him while running errands, we make our way to Barnes and Noble during a very raining stormy day. Immediately I take James to the bathroom, as he's doing the potty dance. While in the bathroom the power just so happens to go out, great. Then quickly comes back on Thank God. He does both(1 and 2) so I take his diaper off. We're safe right? I mean he JUST went duh. In the kids book section and the power goes out and I look up to see James making this familiar face. OH NO. Look down and see poop on the floor. crap. Power still out. Have a plastic bag in my diaper bag, pick up poo, whisk James to the bathroom to clean him up, power still out. Diaper back on and we're now leaving Barnes and Noble. Please also picture me doing all these things with Scarlett attached to the front of me in a carrier. Poor child.