Going with the Flow

One thing I've learned as a parent is that as much as you can be prepared, sometimes you just gotta go with the flow. Here's an example:

We had just been seated at our outdoor table at a restaurant in Florida when Abby claimed she had to go pee - while she was peeing.   It took me about .02 seconds to realize we hadn't packed an outfit for her in the diaper bag.  The FIRST time since she's been potty trained.  Well, I thought quickly and ran her to the bathroom in hopes of a hand dryer.  While there was one - it didn't work.  Figures.  Of course, we could have turned around and headed back to the hotel, but we didn't.  Her wet pants didn't seem to phase her so we ordered and ate quickly.  You gotta go with the flow.    :-)  Thankfully, we were outside and not sitting indoors and that the seats were similar to patio chairs with strips of plastic and not nice cushioned ones. 

And another one:

Tim and Abby were splashing and swimming in the pool while Sam and I were poolside.  He had just woken to eat so we were nestled in one of the cabana's.  All of a sudden I heard a familiar shriek and screaming.  Abby's first, and probably not last, all-out tantrum was on full display in the pool all because she didn't want to get out.  Poor Dada had to pull her slippery body from the water and take her to the room for a time out.  Embarrassing for sure, but then again, most parents by the pool looked on with sympathy - they've been there, too. 

And one more:

We ended our trip with two nights at Papa's place in Port St. Lucie.  We hadn't quite figured out where Sam was going to sleep and figured that if nothing else, he could just sleep with us.  Brilliant Gwen offered up the laundry basket - she may have been kidding slightly, but it worked perfectly!  A beach towel for a little padding, and voila!  A travel size pack-n-play.  :-)

Hey, sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do.  Always going with the flow....