My Princess LOVES small things. Last week, while shopping in a local Food Co-op, she saw the item of her dreams – a “baby” cart. That is what she calls it. “Baby Cart”, over and over, and over again; I think I even hear it in my dreams. She pushes that baby cart around the store (we have been there twice now), and I get so nervous. As my husband happily walks along the aisles, I watch her so carefully. For some reason, my two year old has no idea about pushing carts into the other aisles with out looking, walking in a straight line so not to knock down displays of food. Hmmm… maybe I need to get her cart pushing lessons? I am starting to actually dread going to the Co-op. Those baby carts are no fun for me. (Or the other shoppers I am sure.)
Then, last night we discovered something new. The church we are working at in Northern California has a “baby toilet”. Her name for it. It is literally a small toddler toilet in its own stall, with a pull knob to flush. It is quite cute. But now my Princess has become obsessed with it. All that I heard last night and today at church was, “Mama, Pee Pee” or “Baby Toilet”, which is fine if she actually needed to go potty. Instead she just wants to play. Last night, she pushed me out and said, “Go away”. So since I try to give her some freedom and independence (what am I thinking?) I left the stall, and before I know it, the whole back of her dress is drenched with toilet water and I didn’t have a change of clothes. Oh, and did I mention she already peed in the toilet water? Yep, lovely. Did I want to wring out her dress? Nope! But I did.
Tonight, it was a “baby cup” at Arcata Scoop. A very cool place to go if you are ever in Arcata. They serve completely organic ice cream; even their waffle cones and cups are organic. They have free water with adult size cups and “baby cups”. My princess just might have liked that “baby cup” better than the ice cream. When I bused our table and put the baby cup away, guess who had a fit? Yep, the baby I call Princess. I actually had to get another baby cup, fill it with water, and let her drink more. (Well, I suppose I didn’t have to, but who wants to hear a two year old have a fit over water? Not me.)
