A Whirlwind of Birthdays and My Butt

It was a crazy-busy whirlwind weekend for the EO family. You see, my Dad turned 60! So we had a visit from Nanny and Bapa. We went places and did things. I only made a complete fool of myself once (that I can remember). I'll get to that in a moment.

First, I must say Happy Birthday, Dad!
I love you like crazy, even if I did make that joke. You know, the one where I said I needed to practice feeding you, now that you're 60. That was uncalled for. Please forgive me.
But try to remember that I must have gotten my sense of humor somewhere...Look how young this man is! He can't be 60! (say that in the comments, he'll like it.)

Miles got to ride with Nanny on this way cool carousel.
Watching made me want to puke. Am I 60?
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Then we were off to Cousin O's 4th Birthday party.
Or no, wait.
We weren't allowed to call him O.
So here's The Incredible Hulk:


There was a jumper thingy (what are those called?)
Asher really liked being in it. For about one full minute at a time.
Then he wanted OUT. I wonder if he's like me and felt like puking? _______________________

Okay, now for how I made a fool of myself. We went out to dinner for my Dad's birthday, right? We were standing in the waiting area/entry/whatever that's called (why can't I think?). I had the diaper bag on my back and my socks were really wet (I don't know why those two things go together). So anyway. It had just down-poured and I learned that my shoes have holes in the bottom of them.

Yeah, so I was cleaning out the stroller so we could leave it up front, which meant I had to bend over a lot. Lately my jeans don't really fit me (because I love to eat) and so when I bend over, I feel a bit of a draft, um...in there. But this time, I not only felt a draft, but every time I bent down, I felt water going, um....down there. Yeah, awkward...

So I did the responsible thing and I called the hostess over to tell her that the roof was obviously leaking. I said something about how every time I bend over, water goes down my pants. We all stood there, looking for where the ceiling was leaking from the downpour. There were little splashes of water on the floor, so she believed me, and we made friends and talked about how the ceiling had caved in on Grey's Anatomy and we hoped it wasn't going to happen there because we'd have to move all the surgeries to another floor...

The hostess walked away saying she'd tell the manager about the leak right away and he would take care of it. I'm very responsible, so I added, "yes, you don't want any little old ladies to slip and fall in this."

Then I bent over again and felt the water dripping down the back of my pants again (yes, my butt crack okay?). I looked up all flustered and reached around to take the diaper bag off my back. The bottom corner of the bag was soaked.

That's when I realized there was a sippy cup at the bottom of it, dumping water down my pants.

Luckily our name was then called (by a different host) and we were seated.

I just hope the manager didn't rip apart the ceiling, looking for the leak...
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P.S. Check out all the great posts (and comments) from Moms who gave themselves some much deserved credit! (Click on Mr. Linky at the bottom of the post). One of my favorite things about moms making these lists is that I'm getting some great ideas. And I also love that it's making them feel good. Why don't we think about what we do right more often?