Anyhow, Ty Baby and I had a ball spraying, splashing, spraying our towels, pointing to every.single.truck. that we heard in the front of the house (in which we had to run around the house to look at the "truckkkks"), and making mud puddles around the pool. All the while, Ace Man slept oh-so-soundsly in the bay window in the comfort of the A.C.
Around 11am, the pool water had turned to a bathwater-like temperature. It was lunch time (which leads to nap time afterwards). And, boy did
I stripped Ty Baby on the back porch. You know, so he wouldn't dirty my floors with his wet/muddy/grassy feet. His naked little hiney was SUPPOSED to run in, grab a diaper and lay down for me to put it on him. He totally knows the drill. But, he had a plan. As soon as I heard the hollow splashing next to his brother I knew what it was. I was still on the porch outside, but the door was open and I heard the giggling. Actually it was more of a full blown belly laugh. Yes, my son was peeing. And, aiming directly for his brother. My little sleeping so peacefully baby Ace...poor kiddo. Luckily, Ty has NO aim. He hit the blanket Ace was sitting in (covering the bean bag), and the floor around it. The hollow noise I heard though...was....the...VENT! How in the heck do you clean that?
I screamed, "NOOOOOO" (and who knows what else). That made Ty laugh more. As soon as he was finished he ran directly for his time out chair. Still naked.
Poor Ace. No, poor Mommy...I had to clean it up!
He's not even 2 yet. What in the heck am I going to do when Ty AND Ace gang up on me?