swear to god, she said this to me today. It came after a long day of playing in the pool and dropping rock-like into the water, and almost being able to tread a stroke, and climbing from float to float. t.Human grows smarter and bolder every day. i give her just a bit more rope every day.
Still…WTF? I mean, seriously, what the fucking fuck? I don’t even own an umbrella, did this come just from TV? and if so…seriously…wow! that is a connection getting made wow!
We went for our Sunday afternoon ride to the park. We left before 6, still a bit early, in hopes that we might have dinner ready to eat before 9 for a change. It was hot, she was romping, i was squirting her with a water bottle. It might seem like a Tianamen-Square-esque approach, i prefer to think of it as Pro-Active SouthWest Parenting. Clearly, she was being cooled.
Afternoons between us are my little treasure. I am at my most irie, even at work it is my best time, and she seems to be at her most playful. Or she responds to me, or not, i don’t care. Good times. Its fun when Beckie comes along, and its fun when she don’t, and yardwork often gets done with the latter.
I think due to eating a lot of watermelon, G decided after about 20 minutes that she really needed to poopy. I did not have a diaper, and Beckie for some reason sent G out in only underpants. The garbage cans at our little neighborhood park are inside a metal container with a potty-sized lid. I concluded the can could be used for multiple-purposes. whatever…i am white trash, and my kid shits in a public garbage can. there was no one there, my baby and me played on…that is good parenting as far as i’m concerned. And its not any grosser than tossing in a bag full of dog shit, of which i had done 15 minutes prior, thereby establishing my bona fides as a good citizen.
It was a good day in the park. Lots of extreme parenting. She climbed an archway made of monkey bars. I spotted her, and let her crash, a little. Enough to see the “Oh Shit, Fuck Me!!” look register on her face and for her to fall just enough to appreciate the danger. Each time i placed her down and said “careful” and did not let her go until she said “careful” back to me.
She rode the regular swings for a spell. She scaled ladders, she hung from the sliding tracks whilst i spotted. She is reaching for more.
She suddenly peed herself. 
it didn’t seem to bother her. We’ve unfortunately taken to letting her p on the grass when she’s in the pool and gets the urge to pool-pee — this may need to stop, i think the ambiguity of the situation sends mixed messages. It didn’t much bother me; looked like more water i’d squirted on her. How bad can watermelon pee be? How much lower could I already sink than to have let my girl shit in a garbage can in the park? She was getting a bath as soon as we got home anyway! Play On!
Kila was rooting around in the bushes next to the playground, and G wanted to go in and chase her. The bushes had the makings of a line running through them, so I led and she followed and waited for me to pull the big branches back each time. It was good teamwork. We then made our way across the park back to the bike, which could not be easily seen by a 3-ft tall tinyHuman over the bushes and sandbox walls. I held her up, avoiding her pee-damp butt, and let her see the bike. Then she worked her way around terrain in that general direction for awhile. Another sighting was needed, but she otherwise required remarkably little course correction. It seemed like she was taking her cue from following the maps in Dora the Explorer. TV has redeemed itself in my mind, at least for a little while.