Thursday, August 25, 2005


Have you ever seen the cute little sign that some people have hanging around their pools? You know, the one that says "Welcome to our ool, notice there is no p in it, please keep it that way"?

After Hurricane Dailaesse struck yesterday afternoon I decided a trip to the new playpark at school was in order. Dailaesse loves the playpark. She will run, swing and slide 'til she can't run, swing and slide no more. We ran through our pre-playpark inspection: hands, face, hair and clothes. Yes, the inspection is for both of us. Probably the most important thing we do before we leave the house for an extended period of time though is to make a trip to the potty. Again, for both of us. Trust me, it's no fun to convince a 2 year old 10 minutes into a visit to the playpark that you have to leave because you have to go potty. Even when you PROMISE to come right back. This results in a screaming, kicking, pinching, biting toddler being dragged from the playpark as the other parents look on wondering if they should call the police to report an abduction. "No officer, trust me, she's mine. I just have to pee really bad and we've only been at the park for 10 minutes." I visualize saying these words as I wet myself right there at the playpark in front of God and everyone.

After attending to the inspection we hopped back in the van and headed for the park. We were there about an hour. Running, swinging and sliding when all of a sudden the most awful look crept across Dailaesse's little face. Mommy I have to...

You all know how this is going to end right? Poor little Dailaesse walked bow-legged back to the van where we stripped her down and washed her up with baby wipes. Baby wipes are like American Express aren't' they...never leave home without them. She cried and told me what a poor baby she was because she had an accident on the playpark. I gave her lots of kisses and wiped her tears away. I looked to see what time it was in hopes it was past quitting time for my father. It was. "Hi Dad. We've had an accident at the playpark. Could you bring us some paper towels and some sort of antibacterial disinfectant spray?" Dead silence. "Daddy?" He finally asks if the baby is ok and if I need bandaids.

Nope, no bandaids this trip Dad. Just something to take the pee out of the park.

Since we're on the subject of parks here are some pictures of the Chutes and Ladders socks from the 6SoxKal. I love this pattern. I did a pair for myself in Opal Uni 29 and a pair for Darcie in Lorna's Laces Carol Green Shepherd Sock. I worked mine on size 1 Brittany dpns. Darcie's legs are worked on size 1 Addi Turbos and the heel and foot on size 0 Turbos. I love the shading on Darcie's. I might make another pair of these. Did I mention how much I love this pattern? For some reason it doesn't photograph all that well though. I'm giving you a close-up that shows the detail of the cables a little better. Really awesome pattern! There's a nice cable pattern with a seed ladder between.

1 comment:

Leslie said...

LOL - I see you're getting the drive by blog commenters too :)
At any rate, I am enjoying your essays. Too bad I can't get into Townsend Socks at Yahoo because somebody stole my yahoo account - I miss those ladies. But you keep knitting and writing - it's really cathartic isn't it?