On starting a blog and cleaning up pee

It turns out that starting a blog is tricky. I finally, after whole actual hours, chose the above picture (the one at the very top of the page, with the cute little naked legs and the Crocs). And then I giggled (for real out loud) as I remembered that moments after I snapped this picture my girl peed all over the Adirondack chair (the one that actually belongs to my neighbor). Not just a little bit. A lot. It pooled at their feet and dripped down through the boards of the porch. I did not panic. I did what any competent and and thoughtful mama would do. I got out the hose. I hosed the porch, I hosed the chair, I hosed the Crocs. Also, I hosed the girls. Then I spent a few moments lost in nostalgia for the sweet days of naked outdoor tea parties and naked time in the garden and  . . . .  oh, yeah, potty training and pee everywhere. Glad that's over. Kinda.

Hosing off pee is not the hard part. It's the fun part. The hard part is not losing your shit because oh, my God! I just asked her if she needed to pee and she said no. Really, just seconds ago she said no. This is not a phenomenon unique to my child. It is a character trait of all 2 year olds. The hard part is also making it back inside after a blissful day outside having a naked* tea party with friends. The hard part is figuring out what to feed your clan. But it's possible. We can all do it. Usually. But not always, and if you can't, order pizza. Or Thai, if you're fancy. 

*Just the 2 year olds were naked.

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