Wee Wee Wee all the way home

April 28th, 2010 by admin | Filed under Earth Footwear Articles

What feels the most dreaded four words when you're in the middle of a trip with a baby?

I. need. A. WEE.

You will find that the narrowing in the pit of my stomach, because it is always despite the fact that it becomes a bit 'to sit on the toilet for at least three times before actually leaving the house, denying them a drink in two hours away and is always It always happens when you travel.

I learned the hard way, when Daniel was little. Ibathing him in the car now (and we had traveled with him naked, except to finish his shirt wrapped her little feet are cold and the smell of car problems for several days. Then, after all, soak in Fabreeze. And desire Sarah Jessica Parker is not working ..

I also have one of those moments where you are weak Broke the side of the road takes you to the back of the knee, while relieving themselves thin strip of grass at the edgeside of the road as the trucks thunder inside pitch. And there were large amounts of rain. And it was windy. In fact the wind was so strong that in reality power on the back wee Dan.

Let's say I'm not a repetition of the accident.

So last night, despite all the tactics in my hand its parent personal Mia announces half off the road because he was desperate for a Piepe.

Oh no.

I asked her to keep ouralmost. The lead (see the cows oo), singing, playing the first to see, and let's be honest here, I promised her the earth – just keep the honey.

And God bless her, managed to resist and we met Dan school, right at the booth nearest toilet.

She slams the door behind him (Little Miss independent), then seconds later the door opened and she was still standing with this please do not scream in the face of my mother.

She was wet. Very wet. Allout of his jeans, socks and shoes on her and on the floor just wiped clean pristine (and cleaner building itself is right there beside us with a little 'a glass look on his face).

So you end up in the parking lot, Mia is in the trunk, trying to peel her jeans down with your index finger and thumb and a few wee clothes and everything and then realize that I have something for them (plastic bags, big no no in home) and my car will smell of peeagain. Great.

Not what I signed for sure.

I can not cross with her already. As I put her back in her chair with her legs wrapped around the top (I have not been here before) they say? "I'll try harder next time dad."