"I need to get out!"

Kirra screamed yesterday from her pink car seat on our way into town. I totally get that feeling and when I experience it is as urgent as Kirra's display "I neeeed to get out Mama, I do now."

So we stopped on the edge of Scotts Valley to get out. Kirra said she had to poop, but after our bold trip to the gas station bathroom where I believe we washed our hands 4 times on the way out, no movement, but you know what she was the happiest little two year old swing her legs on the potty singing our song "Out of the body into the potty. That feels good, that feels good." Of course her words are a bit muddled and sometimes body & potty get reversed. What ever, she enjoys the act of sitting on the potty.

Back to the car where our mess of cheese crumbs I'd scrapped out when we stopped seemed to boil on the asphalt. Parents & caregivers please note, even if you have sliced cheese left over from lunch it is not advisable to feed this to small children. It crumbs and since it is already warm it's soft. I do believe it was the cheese bits that had fallen under Kirra's legs that were the reason for the assertive "I need to get out."

Parenthood is nothing if you are learning everyday, somewhat humbled on a regular basis and forced to work through some of the issues of self confidence that you thought you'd long out grown.

It's quite in my house and I've hugged and kissed the girls a million times this morning. I am heading out in a few minutes for my first solo Wood Fire Woodie gig. I am filled with excitement fear and mostly anxious to get in front of the oven.