Isabel is a little daredevil sometimes. She sees something to climb and thinks that she can start climbing and nothing will happen because we will magically save her, or carry her up the ladder/slide/steps/dangerous apparatus.
Buying a car ranks in the top 5 (maybe even top 3) most frustrating, complicated, and arduous activities known to mankind. Not only do you have to figure out what you want/need, but then you have to crunch endless numbers, arrange financing, test drive, listen to chatty (and sometimes pushy) salespeople, go home, think about it, go somewhere else, think about it some more, finally make a decision, and then endure another 2 hours of paperwork. And that’s without kids. Add kids into the mix and it makes this nightmare, even more nightmarish.
We started exploring potty training several weeks ago. Mama bought the kid-sized potty, toilet seat adapter, hand-washing stool, and several books to encourage and hype-up “the potty”. We even got lucky a couple times and Isabel went potty while sitting on her own potty. (She also crapped on the floor next to the potty because I stopped paying attention for about 30 seconds.)
It’s kind of like herding cattle…No! Those are dog toys!
The pairing of these two phrases, uttered in succession, is parenting a toddler in a nutshell. One second they are holding your hand, and then they catch a glimpse of something bright in the aisle of the grocery story and you find them gnawing on a piece of plastic, or removing all the price tags from the shelves.
Ask most LA residents if they’ve ever taken the Metro, and you’ll probably get a blank stare, “We have a Metro? A subway?” Yep, and I’ve spent the last 2.5+ years riding it, every day. And man, have I seen some things (and wished I hadn’t seen others). Some of you have read about the crazier experiences via social media, but for those that haven’t, let’s take a walk down memory lane as I bid the train adieu (at least for now).
Kids make any situation more complicated. Enjoyable activities shared with your partner before kids are still enjoyable (most of the time), but more involved. There is more stuff to pack, schedules to juggle (like sleeping), and variables to prepare for. Going out to dinner is no different.