A Day at the Park & Slight* Parenting Fail

Spring has sprung here in Texas.  It is a time of possibilities, time to get outside before it's too blooming hot to leave the a/c.  We took advantage by visiting Trinity Park--perhaps the best park in Fort Worth.  I have to admit it was spur of the moment and my poor Brook-Brook went without a nap until around 3:30.  We're quite lucky that she's an easy-going baby.  If we had tried this with Ell at the same age, I'm afraid there would be hell to pay.  We fed ducks, played on the massive playground, ate a picnic lunch and rode the train.

Precious girl, chillin' under a tree.

Time with Daddy.

Turns out that with three year olds, you have to plan ahead for potty breaks. Parenting fail.  In a moment of extremely slight panic, we decided Ell could pick a tree.  Unfortunately this was in sync with the train going by his chosen tree.  We encouraged pee-stalling by trying to get him to wave to the train.  Somehow those instructions got jumbled in his head.  Before we knew it, Ell had dropped his drawers and was waving at train passengers enthusiastically.  I looked on in stupefied humor. . . by the time I could eek out that Chris needed to help, we heard the squeals of laughter from the train cars and Chris was doubled over in laughter. Good news.  Elliott never caught on that this might be a bit inappropriate.

Adventures in Poop, Vol. III

Today's adventure is brought to you by the concept of wiping.  Yes, wiping someone's arse, other than your own.  It's not my favorite job, but after 3 years of day in-day out wiping, I'm kind of used to it.  Enter in the Standing Wipe.  The Standing Wipe makes things challenging, but it can  be done.

After 3 years of the wiping, you would think the arse of the person being wiped would understand the concept. The answer to that assumption is no, a resounding NO.  How did we learn this, you may ask?  As my husband was on poop-patrol, it was by accident that I found out this horrific lesson.  It was as I heard,

No, Elliott!  We don't wipe our face after we've wiped our hineys.  

Yep.  You got it.  Post-hiney wipe on.the.face.

Boys are Gross.