Rant of the Week The other week were were at a restaurant and Sarah had to go to the bathroom. As I am holding the door and she is in the stall there is the regular Mother - Toddler dialogue...
"Are you don't yet?"
"No, I'm going poopy." While we are going through this banter, another woman is giving me, do you have to discuss poop in public look, but I just ignore her.
"No, Momma, lots of poopy, and it's stinky too"
"OK, tell me when your done." As the banter continues, the woman's look changes to how can you let your daughter talk about the stink of this unmentionable bodily function, but I just ignore her again. And then.
Sarah yells out at the top of her voice "I'm done Momma, and my poopy is GIANT."
At this point, the woman in the bathroom just groans in disgust. But, do I tell Sarah to quiet down or not discuss such topics - No. I am a well-seasoned mother, who is now officially immune to all discussions of bodily functions. Instead, in my proudest voice, the only thing I say is "Wow, Sarah, I didn't know you knew the word GIANT. That is a new word - good for you."
The poor woman was so disgusted with this whole event, I think she left with a sigh and never even took care of her own business. As for us, we just went on our merry way. I am way too far into this whole mommy thing to lets some bad looks and talk of poop put a shadow on Sarah learning a new word. And, in case you are curious, I check the pot and she definitely used the word GIANT correctly. My, oh my.
Life in the Stroller Lane
You would think that flying home from TN with a screaming baby would be enough to dissuade me from flying again, but no two weeks later we were in the air again. And this time, I flew with the girls solo. We headed down to FL to surprise Poppa for his 60th birthday. Scott had to leave town before us for work and met us at the Orlando airport. So that left just me, to juggle it all. I packed economically with stuff for all three of us in just one suitcase, but that doesn't mean we traveled light. On top of the suitcase, I had to get three people, two car seats, one stroller, and three carry ons, checked in, through security, and kept seated through the majority of the flight. Let's just say that Scott picked us up in the airport and made sure there was a cold beer in the car.
But the travel "adventures" were more than worthwhile. It was a complete surprise when Sarah rang the doorbell at Mimi's and Poppa's house. We were so happy to be away from the daily grind even Tropical Storm Barry couldn't rain on our parade. Though the storm did curtail one day's worth of pool time.
It seems that life in the stroller lane is getting busier every day. As I mentioned last time, we are putting one of the rentals on the market. So with some sweat equity from me (and at 95 degrees there is lots of sweating) and the help of some professionals we have prettied up the place. One day, I even repainted the picket fence. As much as I pretended to be Huckleberry Finn, not one person stopped to help. So I had the pleasure of doing the job myself. And if you need proof of my efforts, all you have to do is look at my hair, which 10 days later still has wisps of white paint sprinkled in. But, as of now, the house is ready to show. That is if the tenants are helpful, which I am paying them to be. So next Tuesday it goes up for sale and then I will hold my breath. I have priced it well and it seems in nicer shape than the competition, so cross your fingers we get an offer quickly.
Next week Scott is headed to CA and Nana and Great Papa (Gigi's grandfather) are coming to town. The girls are just getting spoiled from all directions these days - and they love it.
That is the news from the stroller lane. Lots of love.