Emergency Bathtime x 2!

This morning Sam and I took three dogs out after their breakfast. After a minor distraction, I refocused to see Tazor peeing on Charky. He's a little guy who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. I immediately tossed him in the sink for a quick shampoo.
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This afternoon myself and the Deweychildren went on a few errands. We returned home and Mae looked sleepy so I settled her down in the guest room. Sam and I came back from taking dogs out and I heard her happy sounds from inside the house somewhere. After a minute or two Sam shouted, "Mama! Mae's sticking her head in the toilet!!!" Mae ran out the the bathroom with a toothbrush in her mouth and soaking wet hair. The toothbrush went into the trash. I filled the tub as I mentally composed this post.

She Survived Another Day

Here she is on the deck at Vermont Pub and Brewery waiting for a grilled cheese sandwich. Outwardly, there is no sign of trauma inflicted by her mama from the day before. I knew the Maple Street Pool incident should be blogged, but it took me a few days to prepare, here goes.

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We Deweys went to the Maple street pool Friday afternoon. It's a great pool that has a little kid section and a water slide. We had been there once before two summers ago when Mae was only a few months old. The first thing she said after we paid admission and passed through the gate was, "Water slide!" She enjoyed splashing around for a while before deciding it was time for a trip down the slide. She approached from behind and expected to push to the front of the line. I grabbed her up and brought her back to wait our turn. Finally, we were up and she raced up the stairs. Mae was in my lap, ready to go when we heard the whistle. We were clearly violating something, but from the top of the water slide I couldn't hear a word the lifeguard was saying. I assumed she was telling me two people couldn't go down at once. I thought it was crazy, Mae is three-years-old shouldn't she go down with an adult? Well, if that's how it is they must be ready to catch her. I let her go and ran down the stairs saying, "You better catch her because she can't swim."

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Dave looked up in time to see a little kid come off the slide, flop around in the water and a lifeguard dive in. He thought, "Whoa, that sucks. Hey, that's Mae!"

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We approached the slide from behind and didn't noticed the posted rules stating one must be at least 48 inches tall and a good swimmer to use the slide. Mae is fine. Of course I feel terrible. I hope my kids survive having me for a mom, and I plan to survive being their mom.

A Mama Moment

Thank you Margie Cain for capturing this.

He Completes Me

Some (please forgive the expletive) fucking derelict tried drowing a litter of puppies in the lake, a little girl came to the rescue and managed to save one. He is a 6-8 wk old houndish mix. Sam named him Charky. My heart has wanted a playmate for Jack and they became best buddies instantly. I am content.

I Know, I'm Twisted

We watched a storm roll in last night, each flash of lightening we'd say, "I saw a flash!" The next clip shows the Dewey children respond to a loud clap of thunder. I'm ashamed to say, I watch it over and over and giggle every time.

Summertime And The Livin' Is Easy

The blog slacker is back! Not much to write accept we showed Deweybarn today to a nice family. If interested, they would definately be barn-worthy. It would be a relief to pass on the barn to family who undertands the cool factor.

Say Cheese!