Booger Picking & a Quest to find Summer

Some random thoughts this morning, in no particular order:

• Dear random bus rider: reading the Bible does not excuse you to pick your nose & flick your boogers on the bus, where other commuters put their hands, feet & in general trust that they most likely won't catch disease by sitting on public transit 1.5 hours each day.
• You know you are used to walking with a stroller, when you go out of your way to take the ramps at each street crossing, instead of just stepping off/on the sidewalk. (this was sans stroller)
• Since you can't take migraine medicine while pregnant, doctors recommend Benadryl. Which actually doesn't seem to help the headache at all, but at least it'll knock you out!
• There is a time & a place to share a shower. The shower is my happy place. My zen. Don't come in with your stinky butt & push me out of the way cause "you're cold". It's not cute...or sexy. And it's the only moment peace I get these days. So GO AWAY!

Moving on...I'd like to discuss the weather. The weather that most likely prompted me to write my last post, because it's so gosh darn depressing & has had me in a serious funk. Am I the only one who thinks it's incredibly strange, that while most of the country is baking at some incredible, unlivable temperatures, Seattle has remained nonstop mild. Boring. Depressing. It's mid-August & I'm still wearing a light jacket or sweatshirt each day. That is why we loaded up the car & headed East of the mountains on Saturday. 2 hours away, we found 85 degrees & SUN! Oh spectacular, warm, cozy sun!!

Of course, we had Abigail with us, so while it was really fun for the most part, there were plenty of not so fun moments. Because that's what almost 2-year-olds do. They're masters at the art of mood swings. As soon as we made it to Leavenworth, a cute German-themed town, we grabbed a shady spot on the grass, near the town Gazebo. We grabbed some ice cream from Cold Stone & then Abby insisted we stay & watch the Gazebo entertainment...for almost an hour. It was some dance school performing. Which normally might have been good. But this group was comically bad. They were all 14-ish? year old girls. And man...I don't know that I would pay for my kid to take dance lessons if she was that bad. Oh well, Abby LOVED it! She kept insisting on getting closer, until we made our way to the front row seats. This made it slightly awkward for me, since I was laughing & sharing mocking looks with Brandon.

We walked around town for a while and then checked out tourist map & decided to go play put-put. However, the tourist map made put-put look deceptively close. It was not. It was about 3/4 of a mile away. And Abby didn't want to sit in her stroller, or walk, she wanted me to carry her. And then she wanted to bounce up & down in my arms, because, well that's fun stuff! So Preggo Meggo had to carry 28-pound Abigail the entire way, in 85 degree weather, with her bouncing the entire way. We did stop to say hi to a Goat. Which gave me a nice 2 minute breather.



No daddy, my ball!!



Once we finally made it to the put-put course (YAY!), we purchased some much needed drinks & headed out to teach Abby how to golf. As we made our way to the first hole, Abby wasn't paying attention & walked directly into a cement pillar. This was a perfect storm of ridiculously bad timing. Abby was hot, kinda cranky, kinda tired, and just NOT in the mood to handle a bump on the head. After 5 minutes she finally calmed down, but was in a bad mood. Which meant, she did NOT want to hit a golf ball, nor did she want us to hit a golf ball. She wanted to carry all 3 balls, AND her little putter. And didn't want anybody messing with her.

We did manage to coax her into participating for a few holes, but for the most part she just used the putter as a walking stick & kept trying to walk where you weren't allowed. We quit after about 6 holes, which prompted another meltdown. Time to leave.



success!



Getting the hang of it



Copying Daddy :)

 We had noticed there was a trolley that would take you from the put-put course back into town. Of course we didn't realize this on the way TO the put-put course, but at least we wouldn't have to walk back. We headed over to the Trolley stop, which is how I got Abby to calm down - promise of riding on a 'train'. Only to find out that the Trolley took its last trip at 5:10...check the clock...it's 5:18. Sigh...

So we headed out for the trek back. This time, I insisted Abby stay in her stroller. We made a bargain which may have had something to do with not returning one of the put-put balls? We stopped and ate pizza. Abigail was surprisingly well-behaved, compared to the unattractive behavior displayed at the golf course. She sat quietly and played with the straw on her juice cup. I ate my salad as fast as I could, knowing my peaceful moments were numbered. Once I was feeling full enough to survive, I looked over to notice Abby dumping her juice upside down, all over herself & the floor. I also realized she had a giant puddle forming under her chair. Sigh..."Brandon, how much did you tip them?" So, nakey Abby then ate an entire piece of pizza to herself, and then the rest of my salad. And didn't have anything to drink, because, well, it was all over the floor, shoes, clothes, you know, anything that didn't require hydration pretty much got it anyway. I gathered the 3rd dry outfit of the day, a fresh diaper & a pizza sauce covered naked toddler & headed to the bathroom. Which of course didn't have a changing table, and had a pedestal sink. So we changed her clothes in the parking lot & decided the worst that could happen without a diaper change was a leak. And obviously the kid doesn't mind getting wet.

We made it back to the car, changed Abby in the trunk, into a dry diaper & PJ's, and headed home. She had some pretty bad meltdowns on the way home, probably from being over tired, and gas from the garlicy pizza. But I have to say the most irritating part of the drive home was Brandon belting Disney songs at the top of his lungs. Even Abby got irritated & said, "Daddy - NO SONG!"

And Sunday was a day of rest.

The End.