Sunday, April 27, 2008

Thirsty Grass: A Thing of the Past

After a long five hour drive on Friday, we made it back safely.

I always feel such a sadness to leave my family, but I love the feeling of opening the front door and knowing that we are indeed home. Park usually runs around reacquainting himself with his favorite toys while Chris and I unload suitcases and reminisce about our time away. There is just something very calming about sleeping in your own bed, with all the comforts of the familiar surrounding you.

And now I'm going to abruptly shatter any serenity the above description may have conjured up by switching gears into something far less beautiful.

Urination.

Judging from the amount of times we stopped for Park's roadside relief, I pity any mommies of recently potty trained girls who frequently take trips on long country roads. "Don't worry, sweetie, there is a bathroom just 20 miles ahead" just doesn't cut it when your tiny bladder is telling you NOW. I had never realized how efficient Park's knack for outdoor bathroom usages would become.

However, I was not so pleased to see him attempt a repeat performance on the grass in front of our church Saturday night. And if you are not completely cringing for me yet, might I add that services had just let out.

What an opportune moment to be spotted by someone wanting to introduce a friend to the wife of their high school student's pastor.

Hi, it is so nice to meet you. This is your first time at our church? Well, we are so glad you are here. Yes, my husband is the Sr. High pastor. Oh, and let me introduce you to our son. Um..... he would be the one attempting to water the grass. PARK RYLAND! (Nothing says welcome better than freshly fertilized grass, right?) Please excuse me, will you?

Maybe those mommies of recently potty trained girls should pity me instead.

11 comments:

Anonymous said...

This one made me laugh. Mainly because I've been in a similar situation:)

raenette said...

OK Zane thinks he can just go anywhere too especially since we live in the country, but when we go into town he says I'll just go right here. Always in the front of Target!

Deidre said...

So funny! I've often envied the mommies of little boys who can just 'go' anywhere. As a mom of two little girls, it's not easy. My youngest is 2 and I'm proscrastinating the whole potty training thing. She's ready, but I'm not.

Deidre said...

So funny! I've often envied the mommies of little boys who can just 'go' anywhere. As a mom of two little girls, it's not easy. My youngest is 2 and I'm proscrastinating the whole potty training thing. She's ready, but I'm not.

Kili @ Live Each Moment said...

LOL. So that cracks me up. Too bad my 2 1/2 year old son isn't interested in pottying ANYWHERE but his diaper...

Kelly @ Love Well said...

Being able to pee anywhere cuts both ways, as you've discovered. I have two girls and one boy, and the boy still doesn't know he can pee in the great outdoors; I figure that's one thing I don't need to tell him until it's necessary. And so far, it hasn't been.

Becoming Me said...

Oh my goodness that is so funny

Cindi said...

Mercy me...I don't what's funnier, you putting it into words or the picture of him in my head.
What a little toot! He's sooooo like his dad!
Cindi

Kelly said...

Too funny! I have said it many times before, motherhood is truly humbling!!

Autumn said...

Well how old is Haley?? Ya, 6 years old and proud to tell me yesterday "Mom, I peed in the grass without getting any on me! I finally did it right!" *sigh*

Anonymous said...

And one day, young Park might find himself in the garage needing to relieve himself. If he's anything like my son, you might find him urinating on the cardboard box (in the garage) that contains your deceased grandmother's ceramic Christmas tree.

Did I mention that he will actually be in the garage as he commits this horrendous act?!