Horsey

Julie is involved in bridal shower shenanigans this weekend, so I took Lyla and my mom to Duluth for a grandparent whirlwind tour. This afternoon we had lunch with my mom's dad and a couple uncles and cousins and several others from less familiar branches of the tree.

We ate at Sammy's Pizza, and after Lyla shat her pants I discovered the absence of a changing table in the restroom. My new policy when faced with shit-pants and no changing table is that I refuse to take care of things in the restroom. Today I spread out the child on the carpeting outside the restroom, extra diaper under her head as a pillow. Nobody walked past, luckily for them, because it was a doozy of a twosie.

I know it's obnoxious, but I don't care. My daughter is not going to lie down on bathroom tile. Well, at least not until her 21st birthday.

Not even then--because we're going to have a lot of talks.

Anyway, then we had dinner with my other grandpa, and tomorrow we're seeing my grandma (the one we didn't see at the Dunes a couple weeks ago). So this summer, Lyla will have seen all four of her great-grandparents. And she got to pet a horsey.