Vacation Highlights - Part 1

Sorry it's been a while since the last post. It's been hard to find the time over the past month or so, but hopefully I can keep it up during the school year.

Faster than the Speed of Light
My middle daughter is absolutely unashamed to undressed in public especially when swimming is involved. She proved that when she went skinny dipping with a boy on the 4th of July. Keep in mind she has just turned three, so this would not be nearly as funny in about 12 years. In fact instead of a blog about it you might read in the paper about a father being arrested for pulling a boys head off his shoulders by grabbing the spine and pulling it through his rear end.

When we got to the hotel, momma stepped into the bathroom for a moment. When she returned mere seconds later, both girls were out of their clothes in their swimsuits, floaties on, and goggles ready to go. It was like the scene in Tommy Boy where David Spade changes in less than a second in an airplane bathroom. That was a joke, but this actually happened.

Whistle While You Poop
If you know us you know you get a frequent potty report from my kids. They proudly announce in private and public what they have just accomplished in the bathroom, complete with a description of color, consistency and quantity. Comparisons are even made to what color shirt one of them may be wearing at the time. As in, Kyla - "My poop is green." Laney - "Yeah like my shirt." Then this is repeated out loud while walking through a restaurant.

While in the Mall of Abilene we let the girls play on the little playground. Kyla needed to go potty so momma took her while I stayed with Laney and Madisyn. When they returned Kyla went to play. A few minutes later she rushed over to us with a panicked look on her face and said, "I need to go poop."

I took her by the hand and walked her to the nearest bathroom. About halfway there her distress level went to red, and I picked her up to speed up the journey. We got there and got her on the potty.

Unfortunately it hadn't quite been fast enough. It wasn't a total loss, but we were just a few seconds late. I played the part of the good daddy and cleaned everything up the best I could. She begged me not to tell mommy, but I explained that mommy is probably going to notice the laundry.

She proceeded to do her business, and thought this a good time to whistle. She has been whistling for a while and is quite proud of it. Maybe she needed to relax a bit. It went something like this, "whistle whistle oohhhhhhhhahhhhhhhhhhhh"

We finished up in the bathroom and went to let her play for just a little bit. She kept giving me thumbs up from the playground thinking we had worked a sly deal to keep momma out of the loop on the whole potty mishap. Momma was fully aware of course.