So Shoe Me

Thumbs up.

She's just learning to do this:

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Thumbs up!

This will require an entire kitchen remodel.

If Amelia cracks her head even once on the counter corner, I think I am justified in demanding an entire kitchen remodel which ROUNDED corners on the island.

 

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This will require an entire kitchen remodel.

If Amelia cracks her head even once on the counter corner, I think I am justified in demanding an entire kitchen remodel which ROUNDED corners on the island.

 

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This will not become a blog about bodily functions.... promise.

But when Amelia makes a statement... she makes it well.

Yesterday we were all set to go to the Zoo for Music and picnic food at the zoo.  We had coordintated to attend with friends and our kids.  Since the house that's FOR SALE is closer to the zoo (selling point!!! please buy me!!), and its not yet SOLD, it made sense to just have everyone meet up there and go to the zoo.  My mom brought Amelia to the FOR SALE house but on the way there she called to warn me that Amelia had been complaining about her tummy hurting.  As we were getting ready to leave for the zoo....she, "spilled" all over the floor.  That was what Amelia called it.  Between tears she cried "Amelia spilled yogurt and raisins all over the floooooooor!"

Indeed.  However, it was not so much all over the flooooor as it was all over her mommmmmy and her mommmmy's clothes.

Keep in mind, this is the house we no longer live in.  This means that it has no: towels, paper towels, plastic bags, change of clothes etc. etc.  Thankfully, I have way more crap than is appropriate in my car, so we were able to find all of these above items and take care of the mess Amelia had made in the entryway of the house, that if I hadn't mentioned it... IS FOR SALE. 

Within 2 minutes of cleaning up the mess, I see some people milling around in the front lawn.  Right.  You guessed it.  Realtor coming to show my house.  Of course a showing would happen when we had justed caused the entire entryway to smell like vomit. 

Maybe its good luck.  Like bird pooping on your arm or something.

It's beginning to feel a lot like Summer.

So - it was a gorgrous June Sunday day and I decided to take Amelia down to the pool we have spent a lot of time at last summer where they have a shallow beach entry that is perfect for kids.  It also has sprays, fountains, slides, and all other sorts of fun kid play toys.  It's a bit of a hike, especially now that we are in the NEW HOUSE!

I tried to call around and get some friends and kids to meet up with us there, but it turns out that it was a good thing we didn't because of what was to transpire next. 

Amelia and I spent almost two hours without once leaving the pool.  There was a lot of splashing, jumping, and general merriment.  As we were getting ready to leave the pool, she walked by one of the big fountains over by the beach entry. She spent a few last moments splashing and jumping over the fountain.  And then... she decided to sit on the fountain.  This was initially very funny to her until I looked around and saw the fountain had acted like a super-pooper-enema and even though we were wearing the appropriate swim diaper gear, it was no match for the massive water power of the fountain. 

Poo.  Was.  Everywhere.  Amelia stands up and says loudly "Meatballs in the water mama!"  Oh mi god.  Immediately the "poo alarm" sounds.  The lifeguards are whistling loudly and their arms are raised in the air with a fist and everyone immediately knows what is going on and evacuates the pool.  Remember the scene in the "Invasion of the Body Snatchers" when that one pod person does that screamy pointy thing when they discover that one of the people is only pretending to be a pod person?  That's what it was like, but with poo.  And whistles. 

As they were evacuating the pool, I quickly asked the lifeguard if I needed to stay to pay a fine or clean the poo myself, and I barely let her say "no" before I scooped up all of my stuff and made a beeline for the bathroom.  By the time we were dressed and leaving, the pool was completely empty.  Oh yeah.  We know how to start the party.

I have to sympathize with Amelia and her plight.  It made me think of those cheesy signs I've seen at pools that say:

WELCOME TO OUR OOL

YOU WILL SEE THERE IS NO P IN IT

PLEASE KEEP IT THAT WAY.

There is Poo in Pool, so I really don't see how Amelia can be blamed.