Today was the annual MOMS Club Picnic, where we all get together
with the kids AND the husbands, and generally just hang out and eat
food. It’s nice to get to meet the "other halves" of the women I
spend so much of my time with, and nice for Barney to meet some of my
friends, so he can put faces to the names I talk about quite often.
The
kids spent most of their time playing in the spraypark, many bare
bottomed and loving it. Lindsay was all too eager to join in, and
quite triumphantly stood in the middle of a very low-squirting
fountain, until suddenly, it shot up around her to twice its prior
height! Each little fountain/sprayer thing is on a rotating
pressure timer, so water will change heights, start erupting, or stop
coming out in intervals, usually without warning. Needless to
say, she wasn’t expecting this, and didn’t appreciate being covered
with freezing cold water. She started bawling and refused to go back
out there until I went with her and tried to show her that the water
wasn’t actually out to get her. She wouldn’t run back through the
water though, and mostly just wanted to sit on my lap as I kneeled
down, so I just put her clothes back on and we found something else to
do. 
The kids later had fun beating the crap out of a
little blue monster of a pinata, and then dove in like a bunch of
piranhas when it exploded with candy and trinkets. Lindsay got
away with a handful of stuff, which she thoroughly enjoyed as you’ll
see in the gallery.
Later
in the day, I dragged Barney back into town to find Lindsay a little
stroller to push her baby around in, as that’s all she talks about
these days. Her friend Hannah has a stroller and baby doll at her
house, and she and Lindsay fight over it so much that we started having
to put it away while we’re there! So, now she has her very own,
and as Barney found out, she’s incredibly protective of it! I
think he caught a glimpse of her first real tantrum today when we
attmepted to pry it away from her to load it into the car at the
store. She melted to the sidewalk, stopped breathing, and then
began wailing her head off telling us that she was hurt. This is
her new tactic if anything doesn’t go her way or if she gets
reprimanded. She says "hurt, hurt" over and over in between sobs
because she knows that whenever she gets hurt, we’re nice to her and
kiss her better. She’s been shocked to discover that it doesn’t
really work on us, and it just pisses her off even more. It’s
amusing and heart wrenching at the same time. Don’t worry though,
she does get over it, and we do still kiss her better and comfort her
when she’s actually hurt. ;) Anyway, we pried the stroller
away from her and put it in the seat next to her car seat, where she
promptly began grabbing at it and yelling again because she couldn’t
figure out how to push it while strapped into a car seat! Dear
lord…
We ended up having to move it behind her seat and when we
got home, I unstrapped her, picked her up, and then picked up the
stroller, wherein she immediately latched onto it and tried dragging it
to the ground so she could push it….on the gravel….doesn’t quite
work. I managed to tell her we had to take it into the house so
she could find her baby, dragged it the couple feet I needed to into
the house, and she took off down the hall never to be seen again.
;) Well, ok, I saw her again, but not before she’d found her
baby, placed it in the stroller, and given it a triple tour of the
upstairs. Sheesh. I really hope she doesn’t get this way
with the new "real" baby, where she decides its hers and that only she
can touch it or all hell breaks loose. ;) We could have a
long few months ahead of us…wish us luck.
