Habanero’s Revenge
This morning we got up and got ready to go to a mom gathering at my friend Gigi’s house. Cheryl and I trucked the kids to the tube and made our way into the city.
The tube with an umbrella stroller and a walking 4-year old is no picnic…but the tube with a double stroller and two kids 2 and under? nearly impossible. That said, Cheryl was amazing. We managed to get there without losing any of the children and she went on her first escalator ride with the kids in the stroller. I was quite impressed with her.
And, of course, the garden party was lovely (even though it was wet and cold so we couldn’t actually play in the garden) because Gigi is a lovely host. We played and had a fantastic girlie lunch of tea sandwiches (which I love) and pb&j for the kids (which I also love), and then got ready to head out.
Unfortunately it was about that time when Habanero decided to wreak havoc with my intestinal system.
Elena and I spent a good 20 minutes in the bathroom as H worked its way out, in a bathroom that other people had to use.
Honestly…I have never been so happy to see the little bidet-like squirter thing to rinse off. I have no idea if that’s what it was meant for, but that’s what it got used for today.
Of course everyone wanted to know what took so long when I went to ask Gigi for matches to light the candle, so I had to share my Wahaca story publicly. But by that point I didn’t care. I felt so much better having the Evil out of my body that embarrassment wasn’t an issue at all.
Besides, everybody poops, right?
On a lighter, but still rather disgusting note…
Lately Liam has been playing trains. But not necessarily with trains. It’s more like he’s riding the trains and telling me where he’s going. He has tickets that he carries around from his conductor costume. This is how he was holding the tickets today. I don’t know why he can’t just wear the costume.

Anyway, I’ve since cleaned them and told him that using his underwear as a pocket is not appropriate.
I’m sure he’ll do it again tomorrow.
For some reason he likes to take his pants off when he gets home from school.

