I Could Write About The Earthquake In Pittsburgh, But That's Too Far Into The Future
The thing about this little blog is that it gets caught in time warps from time-to-time. Sometimes I write about things that happened just hours ago, but usually I'm on a weird one week (or more) delay. I don't know why, it just works out that way. So, um, this happened two freakin' weekends ago. And! AND! I got scooped on the story. By her.
Whatever. I'm still posting about it because I want to post the photos. So if you've heard this all before, BLAME GINA. It's her fault for being more . . . uh . . . on the ball than I am. WHOOPS.
FOREVER ago (because now it's not just two weekends ago...it's forever ago--see what happens when your blog is in a time warp?), Alexis and I met one of my favorite people and her daughter for a day at the Science Center.
It's always a good time when we get together because Alexis IDOLIZES that kid. Like, WOAH. It probably has something to do with her, and I quote, "cute" big brother, but I'm sure that's not the only reason for the mutual adoration between those kids. They're both pretty awesome and hysterical and they both listen to their mothers SO very well.
Exhibit A:
When we walked into the Science Center, we were dodging raindrops and shivering from the early crisp fall air. When we walked out of the Science Center, Mother Nature had gotten her act together and it was clear, warm, and perfect. So I suggested we walk along the river and take a few photos. There are no photos of the girls from when we walked along the river.
The problem was that the short people were busy pointing out every little drop of goose poop everywhere. We kept walking in hopes of finding a spot that wouldn't make them go, "EWWWWW! GROSS! POOP!" before falling over in a puddle of giggles. Every time we managed to find a spot that would work, the girls had run so far ahead that we had no choice but to catch them. Before we knew it, we found ourselves standing at the Water Stairs, way past the point where I planned to turn around so we could get home at a decent hour.
Such great listeners!
Exhibit B:
Our exact words to the girls were, "Sure, you can play in the fountain, but only get your feet wet, please." I even rolled up Alexis' capris to aid in the feet-only action.
That worked well.
In their defense, they did manage to make it five minutes pretty much dry.
But then they disappeared behind something and two minutes later emerged, uh, SOAKED. Like, instantly.
My theory is that there was some sort of Short Person Conference up at the top of the fountain. During that conference, someone must have presented a speech on How To Not Listen To Your Mother And Not Get In Trouble. There were probably a few bullet points about strength in numbers because they TOTALLY used that against us. Kind of hard to yell at your kid when the other kid is soaked, too, right? But her mom can't yell at her because your kid is soaked. And so then who started it? Somebody has to be to blame, unless they both just dunked themselves simultaneously. Which, if they did? EVIL GENIUSES. Nobody can be the scapegoat if they did it together.
Gina and I got the last laugh, though. We didn't actually care if they got wet. We just thought it was the appropriate thing to do to tell them not to. Or something.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Reader Comments (10)
Every time you put up pictures of the fountains, I kick myself for never taking the time to detour and find them. Of course, my kid would be the one to slip and fall down every single one.
Your kid weirdly gets older and bigger with each post you make. What the heck are you feeding her?
Ah, that crisp fall air is wonderful, isn't it? ;-)
Emily told her "cute brother" that he better not cut his hair too short or Alexis won't think he's cute.
worth the wait
I remember when they used to have signs telling people to stay out of the fountain. Now they're gone and I feel as if I should finally let my kids play in it, but every time I go there are weird people 'bathing.' I'm glad you got there when it was safe to go, however, I'm sure you really missed out on the awesome people watching.
Evil Geniuses, indeed! Where DO they get it? ;-)
That last shot? Where she is curving her back, and striking a model's pose? Scares me for you.
@Cassie: They definitely still have signs up. I walk past it at lunchtime on occasion and I can confirm those signs were there a month ago when I took a photo of the sign and the fountain overflowing with children. Personally, I'd be terrified of my unborn children in that thing mostly because I'm queen clutz and I've seen drunk people pee in it after games. (Rushing water+men who have to pee=Instant urinal.)
Those fountains are cool!