So, I had a bit of a mental lapse. I'm still getting used to the fact that Sophie is fully potty trained, as long as I bring her travel potty seat so she doesn't "fall in" the big kids toilet. Of course, I forget to bring it and as I'm changing Noah's poopy diaper I tell Tim to take Sophie to the restroom and have her try to go potty. First off, I should apologize to my husband because I knew damn well she wasn't going to sit on the potty and I knew she was going to throw a fit about it. She did the same thing when I forgot the seat and asked her to go potty in Tim's bathroom at his office. As I predicted quietly in my head, the event went down just so.
Moments later, Sophie is sitting in her stroller and a stream of you-know-what comes pouring out like Niagara Falls. So, Tim says he's going to take her to the bathroom and clean her up. It's not enough I forgot the potty seat, I also forgot to replenish the diaper bag with new pants and underwear. So, what does every dad do in a state of panic? Stuff her jacket underneath her and tell her, "It'll dry." I think I deserve mother of the year, don't you? So, thank goodness we're at the mall and I had already purchased some pajamas for Sophie.
So, my daughter was stylin' with a turqouise and lime green sweatshirt, baby blue silky pajama bottoms with cherries on it, and pink shoes. All I know is if Tim wasn't with me, I would've walked into the first store and bought her a brand new outfit, head to toe. But instead, I swallowed my pride and continued shopping as my daughter looked like she was dressed by her colorblind mom.
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To anyone that has every raised a daughter, they probably thought she picked out her own outfit and you were letting her express herself!
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