On our way home we stopped by Chipotle and she got the kids meal. I pretty much ate all of her chips. Chipotle ships--so good--who knew?
I don't really ORDER chips because I'm already eating chipotle, I can't really afford to eat chips on TOP of that...but I may need to from now on.
I was headed to the bathroom with her just as someone else was going in, I very nicely begged/asked her to let us go first as we were potty training. She was very nice about it even as I struggled to get her stroller undone with my very numb fingers (it is STUPID COLD still). We went with success! And she had stayed dry the entire egg hunt!
We strategically placed ourselves right next to the bathroom for the next time.
A beautiful middle-aged woman approached and chatted with us for a bit. I saw her husband and told her I recognized him---she casually mentioned he was an actor. We talked about the business, as she was an actor too.
They sat just behind us and so I had an entire lunch to figure out why I recognized him and it took me a good 20 minutes before it emerged----UGLY BETTY!
All throughout the meal Pickle was talking about poo-poo again--she calls #1 and #2 poo, so it was very likely she had to go #2.
As many people entered and exited the bathroom, she asked to go each time and I encouraged her to hold it. Finally I thought she was really ready and the stream of users had not stopped, I asked the next woman if we could go in front of her as we were potty training.
She replied: Yeah, I heard you say that the first time.
I tried to be very nice and asked again if we could go and she rolled her eyes.
Instead of letting her get my goat, I just decided to try the men's room. Luckily it was unlocked and she unloaded a few pounds of poop right away. I was proud of both of us for holding it in.
As we were leaving we got to talk to the actors again and left with such a favorable impression of a couple in hollywood. They had two grown children and were so open-hearted and supportive of my decision to take a break from acting etc.
On our way home Pickle was holding my hand walking down the subway steps when I heard a pop. She cried and acted quite hurt. I was torn between thinking she was just completely worn out or legitimately hurt. After she woke up she was still not herself so we headed over to the pediatrician.
The nurse practitioner explained that she had nursemaid's elbow and massaged it back into place and gave us some advice about what to expect.
Unfortunately the next morning it still didn't seem healed and Pickle was just not herself. We headed back to the doc and this time she REALLY jammed it back into place and Pickle was back to herself within minutes. You learn something new EVERY DAY with this mother work.