So, I try not to be a germaphobe, but some things are just funky.  When the girls were little, they would always have to put their hands on the potty to keep from falling.  I found a little travel potty seat at Babies R Us that would fold up and be kept in a zip loc in the car. It was genius! Nothing too fancy, just a smaller seat with little handles that stuck out where apparently every kid instinctively puts their hands. (My kids didn’t have the fancy padded kind in the link, but ours had handles. Priorities.)

My girls are big enough now that they know not to touch the public potties.  The two oldest can go in their own stall, so I just say a little prayer that they touch as little as possible, then make them wash their hands like they’re obsessive compulsive. My youngest may never be allowed to go alone.

You think she is just coming close to get her picture taken…

She is my licker. Seriously, not sure why, but she randomly licks things and people.  I am also certain that she is a walking health code violation.  You know how most kids just have to touch things when they shouldn’t? Vivian licks things. Super gross things like, car bumpers, escalator handles, and dance studio floors (after dance camp), just to name a few.

…then she licks. Yep, she licked my phone camera lens.

She probably has the best immune system, but she continues to gross me out.  Perfect example, the other day we were getting ready for Sofia and Lydia’s back-to-back basketball practices.  The gym where they practice has yucky bathrooms.  No matter how hard the Rec. Department tries to keep them clean, there is always a funkiness to them.  Naturally, I asked Vivian to go to the bathroom before leaving our office. She said, “Nope. I don’t have to now.” I reminded her that the gym bathrooms are yucky and she replied, “I’ve gone in there before, all by myself.  I like a little dirt on my potty.”