Bear with me. I’m writing this from my tablet. Hope you don’t mind reading slowly because I’m typing slowly!
[Updated] Hotel. Seems appropriate. That’s where we are at th3 moment. Just got here, the kids ate their sandwiches and are watching Sesame Street while I write his quick post for all my favorite readers (if you’re reading this, that means you’re my favorite!). Anyway, DW has a conference here so we decided to make a weekend of it.
We have realized our kids don’t get out much. The excitement has been incredible. We are only 2 hours from home, but they think it’s a grand adventure. Everything is new. Crash has done this many times. This is Bang’s first “big” trip. So now all four of us will be sleeping in the same room for the next two nights.
Bang was excited just to be on the highway. Construction machines. Tractor trailers. Windmills. Overpasses (tunnels to a 3 year old). The sights were endless! Crash was happy to get some extra screen time and read his new book.
Took them to the pool for a couple hours. They had a blast. Bang learned (or rather, found the confidence) to swim on his back and float. Crash is perfecting swimming on the bottom. Half way through, Bang hollers to me, “I need to pee!” I whisper in his ear, “it’s okay to pee in the pool” (a. I’m not too proud and b. It would have been a long, cold walk back to our room.) So what does he do? Pulls his shorts down and aims for the pool. My fault, I should have specified. We get his shorts pulled up and he ges back in the water. 5 seconds later he yells loudly “I peed!” Meanwhile, I turn 50 shades of red and wish I had just taken him back to our room.