We decided to mark the day by NOT being overprogrammed, skipped the morning parade options. We hit K's family party in the afternoon, skipping Changa's nap. She napped yesterday, it was unlikely to succeed today anyway, she didn't look all that tired. Mr. H was tired and feeling anti-social, per guy protocol of guys who don't like social situations where they don't know people. It was OK by me. K's parents lived seconds from our home, and they had the set up of ALL set ups.
You can tell they've been doing this 30 years. Huge flat yard with lots of shade tents. Lovely pool, with plenty of shade by afternoon. Splash pools. Play room full of new and vintage toys conveniently right off the yard. Little tables for the little people to eat at. Tons of food. On a table K's Dad BUILT to hold tons of ice for all the food. Endless BBQ. Endless dessert. Cupcakes with garish 4th of July decorations, naturally what our kids picked. Chispa- vanilla, Changa- chocolate. I used some of the funky tape Kaiser gave us to tape two baggies onto Changa, and took her swimming. It totally worked. You really cannot go to a 4th of July swim party and tell your almost 3 year old she can't SWIM.
Chispa proved herself to be a fish, the lessons have really paid off this year. Both kids were content, minimum of fits, happy kids, happy Mom.
Now for the TMI potty section of the day.
Changa needed to go poop and couldn't find me, and bless her, approached a random-to-her Mommy, and said "I need to go potty". This turned out to be K's cousin M, who was tickled since her kids are something like 10 and 13. She hasn't been on potty duty in a while. She looked around, found she was the only adult in site, and took Changa off to the facilities. She was fumbling around for a potty seat, until Changa cooly informed her she didn't need one, hee hee. M said she figured the child was serious, since she was in undies, and clearly wanted to hit the potty, that even though she looked bitty, she must really be potty trained. She was sort of astounded that Changa could just climb the potty and go. Lol. That's our Changa.
How did I find all this out you might ask? WARNING: TMI ahead. Not for the faint hearted or those that don't have children or pets!
Well, I was in the middle of a far less successful potty story. Chispa the fish didn't get around to listening to her body (we've been working on this), and #2'd IN her bathing suit. Yes, I realize the irony here. Changa, who is TWO managed. Chispa, who is 5.5, did not. So I was pooper scooping out of her bathing suit, and resorted to CARRYING her to the potty. Only to find M with Changa! Imagine my surprise. I laughed, and said, "Oh she's mine too. Thank you!" Then I had the joyous fun of cleaning up, throwing Chispa in the shower and washing her down and soaping the bathtub clean. Some day, my people are going to stop making poop my domain, RIGHT? But I am so proud of Changa for asking for help, and I told her so! And Chispa was swimming fantastically. And everyone who wanted one got a garish cupcake, or ate themselves silly on better, grownup fare. So it was all good, really! Happy 4th of July to all!
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That is hilarious that she just found a mom to take her to the potty. Very resourceful. Wonder where she gets it?
And I just finished telling Chebbles a story about myself, probably also around 6 years old, and I pooped in my swimsuit. Just so you know, even BRILLIANT people like I can dump in the one-piece. (It was a Big Bird swimsuit, may it rest in peace.)
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