Last week we went on a 9-10 hr road trip to Tahoe to stay in the "Kinser Kabin". Daddy ran a marathon around the lake. Mommy ran a diaper marathon around the clock. We all had a great time!- seriously. Deklan was potty training (which means he repeatedly crapped his underwear- no really we came with 14 pairs of underpants which Grammy calls "panties" hee hee hee, and he went through all of them, twice.) Quinn just wanted to be held a lot, which I was prepared for. We made signs for Daddy, and cheered him on around mile 9. Deklan roasted his first 'mallow. He really seemed to LOVE the outdoors. A dirty boy, covered in snot (which helps the pine needles stick better), found a caterpillar and poked it in the eye. Don't forget to imagine the poop in his pants that bothers him not.
THANK GOD for Grammy and Poppy. At first we felt like we were walking into a death trap. The cabin was nice, but as new parents, in a new place, naturally we flipped out the first night when Deklan almost cracked his head open on the brick fireplace. Again, I freaked out when I realized I was sleeping with a family of spiders. Again, we freaked out upon seeing Deklan master the stairs and the pier- assuming he'd no sooner fall to his death. Grammy and Poppy kept it cool.
And the melt downs..OHH the melt downs... This is how that went down:
We pull up on a park with another little boy who is already there. Deklan brings his tractors (2 of them- 1 green, 1 red. They start to play and share. Now here comes another boy covered in marker who could care less about a tractor at this point. Great! Then his (marker-boy's) mom pulls up and sees the other 2 playing with tractors and finds this to be a prime opportunity for her son to make friends, although what it REALLY was was an opportunity for her to instill chaos. THIS LADY pulls out a bigger, double digger/loader truck and gives it to not-my-son who then cries for his turn and decides he never wants to give this up. Thanks, Lady. What a peach. So when we finally leave, Deklan cries and screams- MINE! MIIIIIINE! The woman calls back- "If you want one, just google 'Dump trump' and it was the first one to pop up!" I almost gave her the "bird" (I'll explain that to you later). Deklan then cried through dinner, the walk home, and a lovely hour or so once back at the cabin.
...and a good time was had by all...
Love, Mom & Dad.