WFMW: Tottoos.org

I’ve been meaning to write this WFMW for, oh, about 11 months, but with summer here, now seemed like the perfect time to finally do it!

Last June we took a trip to Disney World. Kate had just turned three. Being the giant dork I am, I was researching everything I could. You should have seen the notebook in my purse with maps, the order in which we’d ride each ride, “must see” tips and more. It made Jenny and her coupon binder seem well adjusted.

But anyway! Right before we left I found out about Tottoos. They are, as you might imagine, tattoos for kids. Here’s what they look like:
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Yes, I planned to tattoo my cell phone number on my child’s arm! We were about to leave on our trip, and I wasn’t sure I could get them in time, so I called the tottoos people and they were SO nice and sent my order to me with time to spare.

Tottoos aren’t like the regular temporary tattoos you’re used to. They are more plasticky (yes, that is the technical term) and you have to use their special remover to get them off, so they are water proof and will stand up to a long day at the amusement park or whatever.

They also have a medical alert variety that can be used to warn people about a child’s diabetes, allergies, etc.

I took a lot of razzing when I told my friends at work that I was going to order these (paranoid much??) but they were great. Having been lost in Disney World myself as a child, I really wanted to make sure that we would be quickly reunited with Kate should we become separated. She couldn’t be trusted (and still can’t, really) to remember a phone number, especially if she were upset, so this was perfect. I just told her that if she couldn’t find us, she should find a Disney worker or another mom with kids and show her Tottoo.

Fortunately, we didn’t need to put the Tottoos into action, but I was very glad to have them. And many, many moms stopped me throughout our trip and asked me where i had gotten such a thing.

Keeping kids safe – that works for me. For more Works for me Wednesday fun, head over to Rocks in my Dryer!

I just got an email from the nice Tottoos people and they are offering our readers 10% off – just use the code MOM10.

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So please tell me we’re going to live.

Jenny’s going to roll her eyes when she reads this… she’s already dismissed my fears (ok when I tried to type “fears,” I typed “freak” instead. Hmm… perhaps the first was more appropriate).

But still.

I am freaking.

Andy and I are going to Disney World on Thursday. I am SO excited. Really. I am. We’re going with three other couples who will also be childless for the weekend, and it’s going to be awesome. Several of my companions, including my husband, are going to participate in the Disney marathon. I, for one, can’t figure out why they’d ruin a perfectly good vacation by running, but whatever. I am not above going along for the ride.

But… I have this irrational fear that our plane is going to crash. I know, I know… we’re more likely to get plowed by a truck driving to the grocery store than we are to be involved in a plane crash, but still.

I am a freak freaking.

Take general neuroses and add a big dose of we-haven’t-finished-our-wills-or-our-life-insurance-application guilt, multiply it by pregnancy hormones… and that’s what I’m dealing with.

I’m hoping that by posting these fears, I’ll decrease the likelihood that anything bad will happen. That makes sense, right?

So please… tell me that we’re going to live!

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