We went to the State Fair on Wednesday. Somehow we got the idea in our head that riding the "Express Bus" was the only way to go. It convenietly picks up 2 miles from our house, it was only $3 ("that's less than gas") and it drops you right at the door. Somewhere in there we forgot that we were taking a monkey along. As I am riding along with the almost 5-er in my lap, quietly reading the ads to myself, a monkey appears from behind a wall of legs (did I mention that the bus was standing room only - sardine style). Only this monkey is yelling something sounding like "mama" and "Lena" combined. Now we are riding with the monkey on top of the 5-er. One of the precious ads at the top of the bus was showing the in's and out's of traveling with a toddler, and it included keeping them safely in your lap at all times. This little monkey is not the quiet sleepy type, but the Curious George version. After this mama has had enough monkey-business, she disregards all posted safety signs and sends the monkey back through the crowded aisle to her father, who proceeds to let her hang from the safety bar overhead.
Finally, we arrive at the fair, fun is had by all. We end the day with a bucketfull of Sweet Martha's and 6 cups of fair style milk in our tummies.
Since the fair, something has become more and more apparent. Our sweet little monkey appears to have a sensitivity to cow's milk... We've been potty training now, due to the bright red rash on her bottom. It seemed like a good idea this morning. No diapers, meant max exposure to the healing air, and the monkey loves her potty seat. This morning went fairly well, 2 strikes - both the piddle version, 0 runs. Diaper for nap of course. Now, as I take a break from monkey business and update the blog, another strike, only this time I am not so fortunate. That was the third strike, guess it is back to diapers, and lots of Desitin.
This is how we wash hands at our house "Monkey Style".
