July 31, 2008

Accidents Happen

Tonight, while I was outside with Big I and my Mom, Lil C apparently asked my Dad (her beloved Pop-Pop) to take her to the bathroom. As I entered the house, I heard this:

"BBM, there’s been an accident" my dad sad.

"What do you mean Dad?" I asked as I cautiously approached the bathroom.

"Well, Lil C peed in her diaper. . .

and on the floor. . .

and on my arm. . . "

When I arrived in the bathroom, I saw a bewildered and naked from the waist down Lil C and an even more bewildered Pop-Pop.

"I thought that girls peed down" my dad said with obvious confusion.

"Well Dad, that’s going to depend on the angle at which they’re sitting on the toilet seat."

My Dad thought he was all that and then some, telling me what was up when I was in geometry class; but apparently the angle of a miniature heiney on a toilet is not his forte.

Speaking of misjudging things, it’s apparently in the genes. Last night, I took the girls over to check on the progress of the house. This week they added two support beams and pushed the dirt in around the foundation in the back of the home. The two homes that are being built down the street have their first floors and most of their first floor walls already. I’m guessing that’s in the very near future for us.

While getting one of several shots of the progress, I misjudged the condition of the dirt and ended up sinking several inches into what felt like quick sand. Standing still only made me sink in more; walking quickly only served to make me more unstable. Did I mention I was holding Lil C on one hip? By the time I made it out, my feet had taken a major mud bath and if not for my next-door neighbors to be and their hose, I would have had a very messy car. The mess was worth it though.