When I reached SS and P, a visibly shivering SS stuttered out her congratulations for a fine wipe out. I asked SS if she wanted to go home to take a nice warm shower, something we had been offering for almost an hour. To our shock SS said yes, and P and I sprung into action. We have our leaving the park routine well honed by now, but yesterday we went at it at mach speed, grateful for the opportunity to leave the park in an inconspicuous manner, rather than dragging an irate SS out. What parents will do for the chance to leave a public place with some shred of dignity.
P and I drive home (that long 1-2 minute drive) with our suits on. But we are admittedly anal about making SS comfortable. This will certainly bite us in the butt when our child becomes an
adult unable to delay gratification. We always dry her up and change her clothing, even though she goes straight into the shower at home. We know that it is silly, but its our way of somehow trying to impossibly balance out those fifteen months when she did not have two neurotic creatures to fuss over her.
P, mindful of SS's penchant for engaging in a woman's prerogative and changing her mind was desperate to get the hell out of dodge. As I had SS dried and naked he said, "leave her like that, we are just going to shower anyway." Ah, dude, that is what always happens. Yet my brain was excited about the idea of leaving in peace, so I did not disagree when P wrapped SS in her towel and we made our speedy exit. I did not even bother to point out that if she urinated on her carseat what a pain it was going to be to hand wash the cover. I lept like a lemming and kept my mouth shut (a rarity). That is our shameful new parenting low, we are not even bothering to dress our child. Were are so deeply ashamed of our behavior that we did the same again today. But it will be our last time, really, we promise.
This morning I woke up SS at the crack of dawn, 8:00 a.m., because I needed to go to DMV. I did not exactly wake her up, I just made noise around her room and the inevitable occurred. I really needed to go, it is the only reason I risked my life by awakening the morning beast that is SS. She was cranky, sleepy, whinny and clingy, but she did an awesome job during our thankfully short thirty minute wait.


She is so underwhelmed by the sight of chocolate.
P is an Angels fan and there is an annoying lack of child size Angels merchandise available. I hate walking into Wally Mart an seeing cute kiddie clothes for every other team but P's. If you want to get on P's good side, an Angels hat for SS would make him very happy.
The mess was a drop of chocolate. If she ate faster that would not happen.
SS being her calmed self at the store.
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