Evening at the pool

My assignment today with the girls was pool duty. The nice thing about it was that the community pool was empty so it was just the three of us. We packed everything noodles, a turtle boogie board, towels, floaties, flip-flops, sunscreen, and of course the card to get in.
But before we left for the pool we had to find a little round floatie, like an intertube, for Joce to float in. I looked everywhere. I texted the mom and asked where it might be. I looked in the garage, in the laundry room, the rack where all the pool supplies is kept, back in the garage. And I had no idea really what I was looking for, after 15 minutes of searching, I found it tucked away behind the fridge in the garage. We rejoiced once we found it because now we could head to the pool.

Everything packed and ready to go!

We, I mean I loaded up the stroller and headed out the door.

My view of the walk to the pool

We had lots of fun playing in the pool. When it got just about time to head back home to get pizza we realized that there was some little piece of something on the bottom of the pool. Kenleigh dived for it, I ended up having to help but she is getting to be a good little swimmer. After finding a few more pieces we figured out that it wasn't someone else debree, it was Kenleigh's water shoe, her little toes were popping out. :/
It was time to get out, we loaded up the stroller and headed home. While waiting for the pizza, Joce wanted yogurt so I got her out some and while she at Kenleigh and I were singing and dancing. Joce would tell us to stop and we would freeze, then a couple seconds later she would say "ok, go!" we did that off and on for a bit. Then I remembered Joce's birthday was tomorrow so Kenleigh and I made up some song about it being her birthday and how Joce is a hero. Joce's response to that, "Stop, hero eating you know. Be quiet!" I thought that was so funny! :)

While we waited we also dressed up the dog in sunglasses, oh how the dog enjoyed that.

The ever so stylish doggie in mama's sunglasses. Shhh! ;)

What to tell the owners

So I come home this evening to two dogs to greet me with a jump. I walk into the living room of the house I am house sitting at and to my surprise, well not really I was expecting something to be torn. I was hoping for a toy instead of what I found. Hope it was cheap... :/
First I saw the pieces.

The culprit is in the background. Yes, he is locked outside while I clean up.

 Then I found the rug. Can't wait to tell them. Maybe they should invest in a metal rug then hopefully the dog wouldn't be able to chew that. Although while I was cleaning I found a pretty manipulated bobby pin, at least he didn't swallow it.


The once new rug is now a holy rug.

The trouble maker, he seems so proud of his mess.



Where's my pencil?

Ok, so I am house sitting again. With the dog that likes to bring in tons of things. Well I was working on homework and left my books and pencil on the coffee table. I leave it there for a bit and go work on other things. I go back in there a few minutes ago. I could have sworn I left my pencil on top of my books but there was nothing there. I recalled how an hour or so ago I was picking up broken pieces of a toy and there were little clear pieces that were there and thought it was odd because I didn't think it fit with the toy.

Anyway I go to the spot not recalling any other part of a pencil but I look where I cleaned up the toy and this is what I found....
Pencil's have springs right? I thought they did. This dog, I swear cannot be trusted! If this dog ate my pencil, there is no telling what all he has eaten.
I may have to start an Ode to Pencil blog post. :(

Leaving school

I was putting Jocelyn in her carseat and as I was lifting her into her seat she says, "Ahh! I lost my pants!" I was so confused. She said it again. I was looking at her thinking no your not your skirt is on, why are you saying that? But then when I get ready to buckle her in I see that she was telling the truth. She was being the copper tone baby. LOL. Her bottom was bare. So I pulled her skirt up on the backside and just busted out laughing. And I said "I lost my pants. So funny!!"

Potty Training Tantrum

You would think that the tantrum would be the one who keeps pottying in their pants. Well you assumed wrong.
The 2 1/2 year old is finally telling me when she has to potty and is just about out of pull-ups. YAY!! Today 4 times in one hour she told me she had to potty so we drop everything and run to the bathroom and she goes.
I arrive at Granna's house today and the girls are playing in the play room.  Jocelyn says she has to go potty. So she runs to the bathroom. Well I didn't want to walk in on their grandmother so I'm calling out her name. and Joce tells me  "That not her name, it's Granna." And she continues to look around then keeps heading toward the bathroom. I figure Granna is in the bathroom so I just tell Joce that she is probably in there, just go on in and she'll take you potty. She opens the door and says "Ah! here her is!" In her little high pitched voice.

Turning on the bathroom light to wash our hands.

We were outside playing, she went to the bathroom before we went out. We get outside and start swinging it must have been maybe 10-15 minutes she says she has to go potty. So I tell Kenleigh we need to go inside so we all rush inside and Joce goes potty. She washes her hands and we're back outside.
We play for a bit more and 10 minutes later. Joce says "I got to go pee pee." me, "Joce, you got to go pee pee?"
Joce responds with "No, poo poo."
Ok it's go time can't wait to long she says she's got to go, we got to go. "Ok, kenleigh, we have to go in. Joce has to go poop."
Kenleigh is upset but follows close behind and says to Jocelyn. "Joce, why are you having to go poop every time." Pretty funny. She said it but I was kind of thinking it. Why don't you go both at the same time? But hey you got to go when you got to go. Right?

Kenleigh going bananas

As we were swinging on the swings and I was switching back and forth in pushing the two. And when I was pushing Jocelyn, Kenleigh asked that I push her. Well I leaned over and with one hand I pushed Kenleigh. She started going crooked and was giggling and saying "woah!" I said "Woah Kenleigh, you're going bananas!!" She laughed and said "Bananas? I'm going bananas!!"

Imaginary

So tonight we were playing dress-up. Joce was Queen, Kenleigh was Princess, and I of course was the prince/ king.
Jocelyn comes over to me and I'm holding the little doll that we have claimed is the villain in our story, "The evil Baby!" Well Jocelyn walks over to me holding her hands up towards the sky and asks "Can I hold the evil baby please? Please can I hold the evil baby?" I thought that was so cute. How could I not let the Queen hold the villain in the story even though it may destroy her. (don't worry it didn't, some how all the evil people in our story turned out to be good.)

I was wearing my Piggly Wiggly shirt. They always make some comment about this shirt when I wear it. Well earlier today I had asked them which house do you think the pig on my shirt built. Kenleigh responded with "The brick!" I told her she was right. then this evening she asks me "Is the pig on your shirt the one that built the brick house?" I said "Yes, of course."

Bye-Bye ballet

Today was a happy yet sad day. I picked up the girls from school. On our way home one of the roads we travel is almost like being on a roller coaster, it is so up and down. As I'm driving I hear both little girls taking turns saying "Uppp!!" and "Oh, going Down!" on occasion I would hear "No Joce, we are not going up!" And one time Joce said "Hands up!" and in my rear view mirror I saw a little arm pop up. I said "Oh, Kenleigh arms up! We're going down." It was so cute! And the whole ride home even when we weren't on a hill, Joce would be saying "going Up!" or "Down!" So funny.
Anyway we maid it to their house and I got Kenleigh ready for ballet, her last class. :( Till next year I imagine. But I was happy I got the honors to take her to her last class. And to pick her up. :) She got a little carnation and told me it was because the teacher said they were the best class she had had.

Locked

It has been a while since I have babysat so I needed to post something. Recently I was reminded of one evening babysitting a year or so ago.

The two girls and I, one 4 and the other 1 1/2 or 2. We were playing in the backyard. The parents came out to say their goodbyes to the girls and they left. The girls and I played for 30 more minutes before I decided it was time to go in the house and have dinner.
We walked to the backdoor I turned the handle and pushed... nothing. They have a pretty tricky door so I thought "Oh, I'm not pushing hard enough." So I turn and push even harder... nothing. I brased myself and pushed as hard as I could, feet sliding all over the place. I pushed on the door, I knew it had been dead bolted. I let the little 4 year old try because she said she could open the door. I check in and under things on the porch for a key... nothing. We tried for several minutes. I kept thinking I was crazy because they would never lock us out. The funny thing was that the dogs were inside and we were outside.
I had no way of getting in. We walked around front, me holding the 2 year old, resting her on my hip and holding the hand of the 4 year old. Of course the front door wasn't unlocked and the garage didn't have a keypad. And I had nothing on me, my phone was in the house with my purse which is where we should have been, having dinner.
They have one good neighbor and one bad neighbor. I asked the 4 year old to check and make sure which one the good neighbor was so we could use their phone. I rang the door bell and had to explain to the woman who answered the door, she was actually their grandma to the kids that lived there. So the girls went off to play while I used her phone trying to think of any phone numbers and none were coming.
I was in full on panic, it is dinner time and the girls are going to starve. The parents are at some event and won't get back till late. What are they going to think if I can't get a hold of anyone and we have to stay here till they get home. Yeah, that will go over great. They come home to an empty house, my car still parked out front, the dogs in the house but none of us to be found. Yeah, I wouldn't be hired back. So I borrowed the woman's phone and dialed.
I called my own mom to see if she could give me any phone numbers, she didn't have any. The grandma there said that her daughter had a phone book and it had the mom's number on it. So I called her... no answer. I left a voice message and tried again after about 30 minutes of try and not succeeding. I remembered that their mom had told me a long time ago that her husbands number was the same except for the last digit. It was either one less or one more, I tried both. First I left a message then I tried the other number, bingo!! I had finally got a hold of someone! He gave me their grandmothers number who lived about 10 minutes away. I called her she was on her way to a meeting and had gotten a flat tire but she called someone else and said that they would drive over and let me in.
We waited in the front yard and played a game so we would be sure not to miss the friend who was going to let us in. We waited for about 15 minutes and finally we were let in. It had been an almost an hour and a half past dinner so I quickly rummaged through the fridge to find something to feed them.
I kept telling them "Oh what an adventure we just had!"
I checked the backdoor after finding something for the girls to eat. Yep, it had been locked. We were locked outside and I wasn't crazy. (that was good to know.)
A little while later I was reading the girls their bed time story when we heard the parents get in. The girls went running into the kitchen saying "Daddy, you locked us out." I had to explain to them the story and the girls added where needed. Turned out the mom had accidentally locked us out. It gave a good laugh.
Now I take my phone with me when I go outside with kids just in case so I will have a phone and numbers with me.