Sucker Time

Sucker Time is the new catch phrase in the house these days. Well, it's one of them. If you say it right, it sounds a lot like "Hammer Time", but Payton and Parker will probably never know what that is, and I'm guessing that their great grandparents probably won't either. For that matter, I'm not sure that their grandparents will, but I'm certain that their Aunt Robynn and Uncle Colin are giggling right now. Anywho, Sucker Time is what happens at the end of the day when there are no accidents. I'm very proud to say that we have had a lot of Sucker Times lately! Payton has been accident free for at least the last 4 days, and maybe more. She's even waking up most mornings with a dry diaper, ah the things that make a mommy happy. She spends most of the day asking for her sucker and struts around proudly chanting Sucker Time around 8 p.m. every evening carrying her sucker telling us how good it is and what the flavor of the day is. Now I wonder, how long does this go on? Am I still going to be giving her suckers before bed when she's 16?

Today was the first time that we had to use a public toilet. We had just eaten lunch and were headed to the pumpkin patch when Payton announced that she had to potty. I started reminding her to hold it while Jason frantically tried to find a gas station. OK, maybe I was the frantic one, but who's keeping track. Anyway, I grabbed her out of her car seat and rushed into the first gas station he could get us to. As I found the hand written RESTROOM sign made with a sharpie and back side of a beer box my mind started to imagine what I might find. It wasn't the worst imaginable, but it wasn't grand either. I ripped off her shorts, panties and shoes and realized the challenges that laid ahead. Once she was done I had to try to get her clothes back on her, while balancing her on my knee and not letting her touch the floor or toilet. Of course the fact that I didn't want her to touch anything just made her work harder to touch every surface she could including the base of the toilet and the floor. Thank God at least there was warm water and soap, so I'm hoping the hand washing took care of everything she may have picked up in our 4 minutes. At least that's what I'm telling myself.
On a brighter note...
Other phrases we are hearing a lot:
I yud you - My personal favorite!
She's funny/That's funny/Parker funny
What Doin?
Sippy Cup!! - In a very frustrated/angry voice while actually asking for a real cup
Mac n Cheese
Parker's cryin'
Callin' Thomas
Take your shoes off!
Hold you, hold you
What Karl Doin'?