We made plans last week to take the kids to the water park. Our original plan was to go to White Water, but then we decided to go to Splash Adventure in Birmingham since it would be closer. The days leading up to the trip had me envisioning Reese getting some dreaded disease because she drank the water that some kid did the unspeakable in. Then Monday night I did not sleep well because when I would fall asleep I would start this crazy dream where I let her go to the other side of the water park by herself....then I would jolt awake in a cold sweat. Yes, I know. I'm the queen of paranoia. It's one of my best characteristics. (And sadly, I have decided it is getting worse with age.)
On the way over Jolie got car sick. When she had panic in her voice and told her momma she was going to be sick I started panicking and couldn't get the doors unlocked or the window down. If there was one thing that would have shut down my trip to the water park it would have been "frowd" up in the car. I safely pulled over and she got out. Which I should probably retract the "safely" part of that sentence because once we got to a complete stop I realized that Jolie's door and my door had been standing wide open while the car was still rolling. Plus my window was down and the passenger window was partly down. I'm telling you, when I heard the panic in her voice I started pressing every button available in an attempt to avoid that disaster. Of course, when I told Adam what happened he said, "your driving makes me sick sometimes too." Whatever. She was watching a movie on a curvy road. It was not my driving. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Now don't be jealous of my shoes. Just when I thought pregnancy in the summer couldn't get any more attractive, these found a way to my feet. And before we even got inside the gate I had blown out a hole in the side. If you are interested in a pair, (if you are planning a water park trip in the near future, I strongly encourage you to get interested in a pair) you can also own them for roughly $4 at your local WalMart. Of course, you will get what you pay for which means they could bust a hole within the first 2 minutes on your feet.
But most importantly, my girl had a blast. And really, it was so much better than I had it in my mind to be.(That's the thing about having low expectations. You get impressed easily.) It was clean and not one time did I witness a kid pee in the pool. Of course, I'm sure it happened (probably with my very own kid), but since I didn't see any suspicious activity I will continue to let myself live in the world of clean water at the water park.
She loves the water and when I say that I mean that she loves it so much it scares me. I wish she had just a little, tiny bit of fear around the pool. She runs and jumps off the side and the diving board. She loves to put her face under and all that, so I knew I had to give her the speech about NOT, under any circumstances, putting the water in her mouth. I went on and on about how this is NOT MeeMaw's pool and blah blah blah. She did really good the whole day and got minimal water in her mouth. I am still thanking Jesus.
After straight down lightening that afternoon, we loaded up and headed home. I just knew she would nap on the way, but her eyes never closed.
On a totally unrelated note: the baby's name. She doesn't have one, and it isn't looking good for her getting one. Why is it so much harder the second time? I like a few names, Adam likes a few name, but there is no name we agree on. Not even one. There is a name that I feel certain is the right one, but Adam absolutely does not agree. We have no restrictions on the name. Like it doesn't have to be a "R" name or anything like that. There is no family name that MUST be included. My only requirement is that her first name has to be the name we call her. No going by the middle name business. In my 5 years of teaching I have taught over 500 students, so that is 500 names that are completely out of the running. Not that they were bad kids, it's just that those names make me think of those kids. Several of the names we liked while I was pregnant with Reese are now, ironically, the names of our friends kids. What I'm saying is that I'm open to name suggestions. Is there some name out there that isn't in the books or online or whatever? Something I've missed that I need to know about? Reese declared weeks ago that her name would be "Peanut." (We did not teach her to say that. She came up with it on her own, and has stuck with it.) See? I've got no help.