Memorial Day . . .

A day to remember.

 We stood, we clapped, we waved.

Such an honor to be protected as a nation by all who serve, have served and have given their lives for that cause.

And, they all waved back, every time!

Hard to pass by that two year old.

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Oh, oh...AND...
I almost forgot,

 On our drive to drop off our "overnighter" friend of Ben's we happened upon this tank at a VFW Post.  I mean, how perfect was that.  So I said, "Whoever wants a picture with the tank, hop out."  And these two hopped out.

Then I hear down to my left, "Chs, chs" (translated as "cheese") and I'm like, "Who let you out of the car?  And, I don't have any cheese right now" (That might have come out in a slightly exasperated tone as it was now nearing lunchtime and 91 degrees).  And then it hit me, "Oh, 'CHEESE,' fine, go stand over by the tank, we'll get your picture too!"
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Oh, that's right, I also had a story that I wanted to share, debated sharing and I guess, my clicking fingers have decided, "it's a go!"  So, here it is.  


Well, after the parade, the two year old was really close to an emergency potty situation and we were parked in a church parking lot in a neighborhood.  I was really tempted to ask any old homeowner if Liv could use their potty (and yes, I would have said "potty" more than likely) since the church was closed, but, as I approached our car I noticed the "curb" of the parking lot was made from cinderblocks. YEP, with the holes upright.  Sorry but, they are absolutely the perfect sized holes for two-year-old bums.  And there was a nice private spot between our car and a neighboring car. 

At this point, if you have or know a two year old you should take this tip and use it again and again, that was the absolute PERFECT potty to discover in such a situation (plus, I had kleenex in my purse, I mean c'mon...PERFECT).  Now, from this point in the story forward, I suggest leaving if you're faint of heart....


o.k....we'll wait a minute for those that need to click away...the story is going to take a very steep decline away from anything remotely tip worthy...


O.K. so, as we sat on the "potty" in the parking lot , at the end of the parade in the blazing hot, beating down sun I did notice some dew on the day lilly leaves growing up just behind, yet dangling all over, the clean, dry cinder block that held my precious two year old.  "Ah" I thought, "drips of dew to keep the flowers fresh on such a hot, hot day.  Can't believe our luck to stumble upon such a fresh, clean little area." We finished up and went into the car.
Then, in all my glory, I exclaimed to all the kids what an amazingly perfect scenario sat just outside our car door allowing Livia to go potty in this emergency situation.  To which one of the boys responded, "Yeah, I had to go really bad and it worked great for me too!!"
"Um, pardon me son..."
"WHERE WAS IT EX.ACT.LY THAT YOU PEE'D?????"
Son's reply, "Oh, just outside your door, by those weeds, it was perfect!"


Yeah, you got it...all over the day lilies rubbing all over her back!


I could NOT make this stuff up if I tried!!!