We took a trip out to Ocean City, MD last weekend to visit with Grammie (wife's mom) and Grandpapa (wife's step-father). They live out there on a canal off of the bay-side...but just a 3 minute walk to the Atlantic. It's pretty far north of the touristy boardwalk area...really relaxing. This is a little bit about our trip.
Where to begin? Oh yes: POOP. We woke up on Saturday, had some breakfast and kicked around what we should do for the day. Of course, the beach. Got the kids changed, lathered in SPF 9x10^6 (that's 9 million for those who are lacking in their scientific enumeration skills) and hoofed it to the beach. Light load, two buckets, two towels, a couple bottles of water and a few snacks. Not planning on being there too long (cold water). We walked around a bit, played in the sand, dipped toes in the surf (Paige...not Taryn, as it turns out she's a bit of a wuss at this point) and had a snack while watching a good-sized pod of dolphin lollygag up the coast. Really great way to start a weekend. We walk back to the house after 1.5 hours and head around back. Grammie and Grandpapa have a strict "no sand" policy in the house, and have installed an outdoor shower to facilitate the cleansing.
*Side note: I love this shower*
We proceed to bathe Taryn and wrap her in a towel to dry off. Hand her off to Grammie to get Paige cleaned up, and Taryn falls asleep. Long morning, lots of sun and fun...she's tired, and it's nap time anyway. We put her in a diaper and drop her in the pack'n'play and let her sleep. About 90 minutes later, we are alerted to her Taryn-ness having completed her nap, and we go to get her. Hmmm, she had a diaper on when we put her down. Hmmm, it smells funky in here. Oh, there's her diaper - it's clean. Did she have chocolate before going down for a nap? What IS that smell? OHYOULITTLESONOFABITCH you pooped in the crib! And...you played in it too! Awesome! Poop face, poop chest, poop pillow, poop blanket and sheet. Back to the shower you imp...what a mess.
So, you'd think the bathroom-related story would end there for the weekend...but noooo...
The next day, after pestering Paige to go use the potty as she was clearly in the last movement of her interpretive pee-pee dance, we had a follow-up. Taryn follows her into the bathroom. It gets really quiet. I get up from the table (and an aromatic cup of coffee) to see what's what. As I approach the bathroom, I hear jostling, laughing, and a hasty attempt to close the door and flush. TP everywhere. Enough in the bowl to wipe a rhino's arse - twice. And Taryn, completely mummified around the head and neck. I hadn't laughed that hard since, well actually I laughed that hard just the day before - at Taryn. But I made her walk out into the living room to show Mommy and Grammie/Grandpapa. My youngest IS the "Miss" in mischief. Not evil, not even close, but completely devilishly mischievous.
Something tells me we're in for it this coming weekend as we head up to the Catoctin Mountains for a little camping. At least there's a lake to dip her into if she gets a creative impulse...
*PSA* Go buy Eddie Vedder's "Ukelele Songs" album. Good originals and some interesting covers.
Poop = YUCK! Mummy = AWESOME creative mind (or mischief, whichever you prefer)!
ReplyDeleteAnonymous is Mom - can't figure out how else to be able to post - reminds me of you sprinkling grated cheese all over the bathroom when you were about 2 1/2 - you were cleaning and it was the only "cleanser" you could find. But you never did the finger painting thing - thank you!
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