So I have to tell this story about Georgia, and I'll probably continue to tell it throughout her life to anyone who will listen. Okay, Blake and I drove seperately up to Cincinnati, because he was coming home on Sunday and we were staying. He drove the truck with both kids in it (I think it's safer, but I don't like to drive it because it's kinda redneck :) and I followed him by myself in the car. We got up to around Florence (for those that know Kentucky), where you're starting to get into like 5 lanes each way. I called Blake to see if the kids were behaving, and everything was fine. A couple minutes later, I saw him reaching back to mess with one of the kids, then he started slowing way down, and he pulled over on the side of I-71. I, of course, followed him, wondering what was going on. He got out of the truck and started walking back toward me with his hand held up in the air like he had something on it. I rolled down my window and said, "What's on your hand?" He said, "POOP!" Georgia had started fussing, so he reached back to replace her paci, and he came back with a hand full of poop! (I'm really sorry if this grosses you out, but most of my readers are moms and usually enjoy a good poop story.) I gave him some wipes for his hands, and he told me I was going to have to clean her up because he was totally grossed out.
So I pulled her car seat carrier out of the truck and saw she had had a massive blowout. She had it head to toe. It was incredible. Blake said, "How can so much poop come out of someone so small?!" I asked him to get in our luggage and get out a beach towel and the box of wipes. I laid the beach towel in the grass beside the road (the truck was between us and the highway) and put her on it. I stripped her down and used about a half box of wipes trying to clean her up. Meanwhile, Blake was using a bunch more wipes trying to scoop poop out of her car seat. It was still pretty nasty, so we had to put another towel in the car seat and put her in there in just a diaper. And we went on our way! That's one of our top 2 poop stories of all time.
Our first stop was EnterTrainment Junction, which has the largest model train display in the world. We were pretty sure Nate would like it. Oh, he LOVED it. He was totally enthralled, running around saying "Whoo whoo!!!!!" I haven't seen him that happy in a long time. It's funny how after you have kids, your idea of a great time is watching your kids have a great time.
Georgia is all cleaned up, and I put a clean dress on her when we got there, but I couldn't salvage her shoes.
A very happy guy.
All 3 kids having fun with trains.
Such a big girl now.
After getting back to the hotel, one little girl needed a bath, and one car seat needed a good washing. We went out to dinner, and then went swimming!!!!
Ever wonder where Nate gets that cheesy grin?
If you look close, you'll see Oreos on the mouth and blood on the head. (He fell when getting off the bed.) I need to start preparing my Mother of the Year Award speech.
This is a cute picture when it's not rotated the wrong way.
Sunday morning we went to Newport Aquarium. FYI, they have a "no stroller" policy on Saturdays in summer. We were not expecting that, but no problem, we figured Nate would walk and Georgia would stay in my Mei Tai baby carrier. Instead, Nate wanted Blake to carry him through the entire aquarium, and Georgia wanted to walk all the way through, with me bent over holding her hands.
Nate is still talking about his birthday weekend. Twice in the last couple days, he's randomly told Blake, "Thank you for my birthday." Very sweet.
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I'm glad I'm not the only one with such horrible poop stories :)
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