Day Three: The Duck Pond Fiasco

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NaBloPoMo Day Three

I was ready to post letters tonight but somehow, magically at the stroke of nine p.m., I became incredibly tired. I hate it when this happens. At least I didn’t fall asleep putting Baby Bug to bed. I do that all the time and then I get nothing done. It’s pathetic though. I drank a whole cup of coffee at five and I swear I could fall asleep in less than seven minutes if I put my head down right now.

making mommy nervous

Maybe I’m tired today because I spent a marathon three hours at the Duck Pond with Baby Bug. It sounds like fun, right? Nice weather, ducks, water, a park, a fun kid… what could go wrong?

A mom who is paranoid that her kid is going to topple over head first into the pond, is what could go wrong. Baby Bug is not known for her steadiness on her feet and she falls head first at home all the time without a pond. I was just waiting for it to happen and I think my shoulders are a mass of knotted muscles because of it.

us, at the duck pond

I had told Toby how much fun Baby Bug has been having lately when we go on walks together. Actually, to be completely honest, I was complaining about how getting anywhere takes a million years because she has to examine every rock, stick and leaf. And then when she does finally catch up to me, she often decides she wants to go back the other way and I spend a lot of time calling her to hurry up and stay by mommy.

kickin' it

Toddlers are toddlers and they will do what they do. I’m learning the hard way that if you force them to do things your way (ie: walk forward in a straight line) they will buckle and balk, scream and yell, twist and shout in every imaginable combination until your eyeballs roll back in your head and you are convinced that letting them win just this one battle will not be the end of the world.

Sigh. It makes me very tired. I think I spent half of today holding her wiggling body as tight as I could so that she didn’t expel herself off of me and land headfirst on the concrete. Kicking, wiggling, pushing herself away… you name it. It is amazing what a little twenty-pound body and a will of steel can do. I don’t think I could get a better work out if I took three spinning classes back to back.


I want to say the duck pond was fun. It was really pretty (green algae and all) but it was so much work. I don’t think I’ll be going back anytime soon. It didn’t help that I misplaced my phone and we spent an hour looking for it with Baby Bug struggling against me. I tried carrying her in my arms, I carried her upside down, I put her on my shoulders. It was just impossible.

I would have strapped her into the stroller but Toby and I had the bright idea that I should leave the stroller at home so Baby Bug could “be free to roam and explore”. Obviously, I wasn’t thinking about the great big body of green water that she could fall into. Nor was I thinking about her will power of steel. A “walk in the park” was anything but a “walk in the park.”

It’s not like she would drown. The pond is only a few feet deep. But still, I just didn’t really want to go sloshing in to save her. With the mud and wet clothes and the probability that she would go head first… it all seemed like a bad idea to me.


In the end, I won’t say it was a complete bust. She didn’t fall in the water and I got a bunch of pictures. As a reward, I think we both will sleep really good tonight. All’s well that end’s well, right? Just don’t ask me to go to the duck pond until Baby Bug learns to swim.

Day Two: Plumbing and Cracks

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Hello, Day Two of NabloPoMo. Two days down and I haven’t failed yet! This is really going well, don’t you think? I’m such an optimist.

Lets see, what’s today’s news? Hmmmm…..

I wanted to let everyone know that my garbage disposal and sink are fixed. Hallelujah! I know you all thought I had tried to grind up a baby spoon or a whole potato or my giant collection of secret receipts from all my spending splurges at Target and Old Navy that I don’t want Toby to know about… BUT you would be wrong. The garbage disposal was fine. It was the plumbing that was broken. Broken broken broken.

It turns out we live in a very old and very rigged beach house. Somebody at some point thought it would be a good idea to rig the pipes under our sink to go up instead of down to the sewer. This is a really dumb way to do things. It’s no wonder I’ve always had to run the garbage disposal every two minutes when I’m washing dishes. I think the surge of the garbage disposal was what was keeping things moving all these years. So that is that.

The plumber came. They ripped up my floor. I have a two foot hole right in front of my sink waiting to be fixed. It is in the most awkward place: right where I stand when I do dishes. So now I have to stand with one foot on each side or lean over sideways. When I’m not doing dishes we have the hole covered with a rug and then a chair on top of that so Baby Bug doesn’t decide to go exploring the hole and fall into the garage downstairs.

It kind of reminds me of one of those trap doors they have in the haunted mansions in Scoopy Doo cartoons (I hate Scooby Doo, by the way). I guess if somebody really pisses me off, I can trick them into standing there and fwwwwiiit, pull out the rug and send them to the garage below. Like maybe my landlord. Just kidding!

My landlord is being really cool about the whole matter. She stopped by today and measured to put in new kitchen flooring. I’m so excited. New floor! (Too bad it’s not new carpet.)

You know that crack between the stove and the counter that has been attracting drips and drops from my slopping cooking for the last ten years? I don’t have to clean it! It will be magically cleaned for me! I hate that crack. It grosses me out every time I catch a glimpse of it. I just pretend it’s not there. There is no way I’m going to pull the stove away from the wall and get back in there and clean.

It just doesn’t fit into my daily list of priorities. Even before I had a baby, it didn’t fit. I suppose it will get dirty again, even with new flooring, but at least I’ll have a few months of cleanliness. It will be so nice. I could have a tea party with Baby Bug in that crack.

Speaking of plumbing and cracks… I thought you Baby Bug fans might appreciate this photo:

plumber butt

p.s. I should have taken my NoBloShoeMo picture over the hole…maybe I’ll do that tomorrow.