the grumpire

I didn't write the one year blog last night. I will. I need time to process.haha. Plus, we had baseball last night...I feel like we have baseball every night...oh, that's right, we do!

I decided to take Madeline last night. Lately, I have been leaving both littles with Anthony, bless his heart, so I can actually follow the game. This team stinks, but that's another story. I explained to Madeline before we got there that I needed her to sit/be in the same area as my chair, that I would be watching the game, and we were not going out to the other field to play. I brought a little chair for her, some bubbles to blow in between innings, crackers and her leap pad. Just to kind of seal the deal I explained that the umpire is the boss and he prefers for children to be well behaved....don't side-eye me, she's three...unless you have a three year old, you have NO idea. She also hadn't taken a nap, so I wasn't sure what I was setting myself up for. So, we walk the very long walk to the field, set up our stuff and got comfortable. Madeline then leaned over to me and whispered, "Mooooom, which one is the grumpire?". Well, I started laughing uncontrollably, of course! And I did not correct her because, in most cases, that's true! haha.

Have I mentioned lately how open, direct and outgoing this child is? She will talk to anyone...and there are times I want to put my hand over her mouth because she will say anything!!!

We also had to use the porta potty (?..I spelled it how I say it) last night which was an adventure. She leaned over and said those words you don't want to hear at the baseball field after a hot day of the porta potty stewing, "I really need to go". So, on our long walk over, I explained how gross it is,  how it doesn't flush, and how she was going to see yucky things. She was completely intrigued at this point. We get in and she says how gross it smells. I wrap the toilet seat up like a mummy and let her do her thing, she's asking questions about it the ENTIRE time...some are too gross to share. She looks over and sees the urinal, "what's that for?". I explain that it's for boys to pee in. "Why can't girls pee in it?"..."We don't have a penis to aim it in there."..."Ooooooh". It was actually a lot longer of a conversation, if you can imagine, three year olds have a lot of questions. We finished up and opened the door to see a man waiting outside..."Please tell me you didn't hear our entire conversation."...He just chuckled. Then, here it comes, that moment you wish you were fast enough to put your (sanitized) hand over your three year olds mouth. "Oh, hey, you're probably going to use that penis thing, huh?". DEAD. Just DEAD.