We just go off the plane, home from our vacation on the Cape.  Ellen was waiting for the stroller on the jetway with Elle and I took Kenna out into the terminal.   While waiting for Ellen, Kenna says she needs to go to the bathroom.  We walk to the womens room and, as I have done for the past 6 months, I stop at the door and let Kenna go in.

Not this time!

Kenna says she needs me to go with her.  I explain that I can’t go into the women’s room, but if she want me to come with her I can take her into the mens room.

“NO, Daddy!”

Her position:  I need to go to the bathroom, I can’t go in alone.  I want to go with you but I won’t go in the men’s room.  A full on Star Trek Kobiashi Maru (an unwinnable situation)

So here I am.  My daughter is prancing around, knees pushed together, seconds from peeing in her pants, yet will not go into the ladies room by herself and will not let me take her in the men’s room.  I’m about to blow a gasket, because it doesn’t matter what logic or choice or alternative I throw at her, it just ain’t working.  I’m thinking we are going to have pee all over the terminal any minute now, because Kenna has it in her head, that I’m going to go into the women’s bathroom with her.

In the nick of time, saved by mom.

Kenna, I love you babe.  But sometimes, doing nothing is not an option.  You’ll just end up peeing your pants.

It’s mid afternoon on Friday. I have decided to take on the task of making a double recipe of home made chicken pot pie for a “feed yourself” type dinner tonight. This requires lots of time in prep work, the point it telling you this is there are times I’m so engrossed with chopping and sauteing the little ones(Kenna and Elle) can manage to disappear in a matter of minutes.
Speaking of ,where is Elle? It’s 2:30 in the afternoon. I ask Jim is he has seen her- no is the answer. I thought I heard her head upstairs sometime ago. We begin our search. Kenna is sleeping so we don’t want to be loud in shouting out for her but I can’t help getting a bit nervous after Jim has searched our second floor as well as the first and our backyard. Jim has already looked in our bedroom now I’m a bit scared. I decide to go in and take a second look around.
The bed was a mess of blankets and pillows , as I take a closer look I see two legs hanging off the side of the bed and one very tired little girl! My heart resumes it’s normal beating as I realize she climbed up the 2 steps to our big bed, climbed in and made herself very comfortable. What a big girl to know she needed a nap and took the initiative to do so.
I love you big girl!!
Love Mom.  P.S  We did manage to wake Kenna up in all the not-so-loud shouting out for Elle-bummer.

I’m not posting here enough and I don’t like it.  A lot has happened in the last 6 months, yet there is only one post.   It’s so easy to get caught up in the grind of day to day life, yet the grind is the last thing we think of at the end of the day.

I’m making a public commitment to spend more time here.  It’s the little things that matter.  I’m going to get back to the little things and post more about our day to day.

Sometimes getting back on track, means making a public commitment.  Consider this a public commitment.

Until my next post, everyone is doing well.  We are headed to the Cape next week.  For those of you around, maybe we can catch up.  Also, Happy Birthday Dad.  What are you now, 68?!  Dang!