Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Our Backyard Water Park



What could be more fun than water?
 
Okay, water and spraying noodles.
 
Add a dog and some extreme water noodle jumping skills and you've got your own water park.
 
Or so I think.
 
I've never been to water park.
 
Mommy thinks it's important I know how to swim first.
 
But, I do.
 
You see, I tell her every day I know how to swim in the big pool.
 
For some reason she doesn't believe me.
 
But I get around just fine in my Dora tube.
 
And my jumping skills are fantastic.
 
So fantastic that I bring them outside the pool as well.
 
I like to think of our backyard water park as the training ground to try out my new skills.
You know, to perfect them before I hit the big waters.
 
Here's a sneak peak of what's going to hit the big pool soon:
 




This is my prep standing for those backward jumps I'll be pulling out soon or it possibly could be me realizing I just went to the bathroom. All that water can do that to a girl. Either way, the stance is important.
You get the picture.



 
Here I'm really working on getting some air. The more air, the more splash. I like to think of myself as a young, white, female, Michael Jordan. Despite our stereotype, white girls can jump.
 
I'm proof.





 
And who doesn't need a little inspiration for the difficult tasks at hand?
Molly is mine.
I think I am her's.
It's like old times here.




And REALLY white boys can jump too, the landing, well, not so much.
 

 

 
So, when the pool isn't an option, I like to make the best use of my time in order to keep my mad jumping skills sharp.
 
Thankfully, we are fortunate enough to have this versatile water park in our own backyard.
 
Along with good friends and powerful inspiration.

 
Oh and perhaps you'll see me in the future X Games. You'll notice me by my mad skills...and my name.

Monday, July 01, 2013

Mommy's Moment: A Farewell to Diapers










Could it be, oh could it be
that this is my official farewell to messy?
 
seven years of poopy, runny, wet, and dirty
 comes to an end in my early thirties
 
Huggies, Pampers, Luvs, and Generic
You name the brand, my kids did wear it
 
Coupon cutting, finding steals
those days are over of chasing diaper deals
 
saggy diapers full of pee
drooping almost past their knees
 
smells that permeate through the home
as a dirty-diapered bottom roams
 
clothes stained from an unexpected explosion
(you know, one where you need to bring the hose in)
 
are all now a thing of my not-so-distant past
as long as Kate's potty training success lasts
 
So I take a deep breath
I made it through
seven years of sifting through lots of doo
It's an accomplishment I'm proud to announce
for this stay-at-home mom, it's quite pronounced.
 
So, so long dirty diapers and messy bottoms
goodness knows, I've seen a lot of 'um
So I jump up and shout
as I close this door
thankful to not be changing diapers anymore!