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I'm back from the library, a few years shaved off my life.

I love the Roswell library. They have a spacious kids section, and everyone is just kind there.  I try to take the girls there twice a week. I'm bummed it'll be shutting down for 3 weeks for recarpeting.  I fear the Alpharetta library won't match up!  *snobby look*

Today's visit was going pretty swimmingly.  I read the girls a few books, and let Amelia pick out four (I know! FOUR!) books to check out. We head up to the checkout desk for Amelia's books to pick up the holds I have waiting. While the librarian is checking things out, Amelia takes off for the potty. All of the sudden, Katie is GONE. Amelia starts yelling from halfway across the library, "I WENT PEEPEE!" She is standing in front of the kid's potty with her panties around her ankles and one Crocs missing. A librarian comes walking up to me letting me know that Katie made it out <b>BOTH</B> double doors and was outside.  Oh, my phone starts ringing as well.

I hold a wriggling fussing Katie, let my Aunt know I can't talk right then, and tell Amelia to go back in the bathroom.  I finish my transaction, run to the potty, and try not to die of fear and embarassment.

I am generally anti-kid-leash, but I'm starting to reconsider. Katie's a climbing, running sort at only 16 months of age. I fear for her "terrible twos."  She'll be committing terrorism at that point.     
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My beautiful and clever preschooler decided it would be a lovely idea to take a fresh tube of A&D Ointment and rub about half of it onto herself and the microsuede couch.  It's like Vaseline, and it works wonders against almost every type of diaper rash.

(I was in the other room, trying to get the house presentable for tonight. We have a sitter coming over after the kids are in bed. Tom and I plan to neck like teenagers while catching the new Harry Potter flick. :) )

After going through the 5 stages of grief, I put the kids down for a nap.  I then hopped online to tell Tom about Amelia's newest trick. I started Googling cleaning ideas. I told him to wish me luck as I entered "Removing Vaseline from upholstery."

The Internet is a scary place.


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