Dear Jesse,
Today we went to Altitude trampoline park for the second time this week. We went on Tuesday because I mistakenly thought our that’s when our friends were coming. They were actually coming on Thursday, so we went again today to join our friends. You LOVE the jump park. I sometimes wonder how long you would have to be there to actually want to come home. We have been there for over 3 hours and you still throw a tantrum when it’s time to leave.
I’ve learned I have to talk you through every aspect of the jump park, anticipating the most unpleasant parts, like waiting to get your wristband before storming the trampoline, taking a break to go potty and coming with me when the timer goes off and we have to leave. Poor Ona and Bobo didn’t know my tricks. They bravely took both you and Alora to the jump park alone the last time they visited. I packed for them some extra pants in a plastic bag just in case, along with even more extras in the diaper bag and encouraged them to take you to the potty at least once an hour.
When at the jump park, unfortunately, you refused to stop jumping to go potty. Unfortunately, you pooped your pants. When Ona saw you had stopped jumping and were looking very ashamed with a big lump in your pant leg, she brought you to the bathroom. She took of the pants, lump of poop and all, and stuffed it into the bag. She cleaned you up and put on the spare pants.
After some more jumping, Ona and Bobo got you to eat lunch with much effort. As soon as you had eaten you ran back to jump some more despite their pleas for you to go home. After numerous attempts chasing you down and to get you to get you to go home, they didn’t know what to do. They started to despair and gave up trying. You jumped and jumped, refusing to stop until suddenly you stood there, immobile, as a huge puddle of pee formed at your feet. Ona picked you up and made her escape, running to the car with you under her arm without a backwards glance.
I guess Ona and Bobo didn’t see the extra underwear I packed because when I came out to greet you when you arrived, you smiled up at me from your carseat, completely naked from the waist down.
Today with our friends I had been watching you like a hawk. You had done an admirable job keeping our jump park rules after I had repeatedly explained them to you. When I had to change Alora’s diaper I asked two of my friends to keep an eye on you and told you where I was going. About a minute into the diaper change, you ran into the bathroom with your big smile and a mischievous gleam in your eyes. You ran out of the bathroom in the middle of the diaper change. Unable to immediately chase you down, I didn’t know where you went, but I could hear some commotion in the men’s room.
When I was done I looked around and you were nowhere to be found. The last time my friends had seen you was when you ran into my bathroom. I called out for you in the men's room and heard no answer, but I could still hear a lot of flushing going on. I dared a peak around the corner and I could see a figure behind a stall door. I went back around the corner contemplating if I dare open the stall door on a potential stranger. I took a deep breath, walked into the men's room and opened the stall door. There you were looking up at me with a big wad of soaking wet paper towel in your hand standing by a toilet with more paper towels inside. I grabbed your wrist, flicked the wet paper towel in the garbage and washed your hands. Then, much like Ona and Bobo, I didn’t investigate the toilet situation any further and hightailed it out of there.
I love you my little adventurer.
Mom
Today we went to Altitude trampoline park for the second time this week. We went on Tuesday because I mistakenly thought our that’s when our friends were coming. They were actually coming on Thursday, so we went again today to join our friends. You LOVE the jump park. I sometimes wonder how long you would have to be there to actually want to come home. We have been there for over 3 hours and you still throw a tantrum when it’s time to leave.
I’ve learned I have to talk you through every aspect of the jump park, anticipating the most unpleasant parts, like waiting to get your wristband before storming the trampoline, taking a break to go potty and coming with me when the timer goes off and we have to leave. Poor Ona and Bobo didn’t know my tricks. They bravely took both you and Alora to the jump park alone the last time they visited. I packed for them some extra pants in a plastic bag just in case, along with even more extras in the diaper bag and encouraged them to take you to the potty at least once an hour.
When at the jump park, unfortunately, you refused to stop jumping to go potty. Unfortunately, you pooped your pants. When Ona saw you had stopped jumping and were looking very ashamed with a big lump in your pant leg, she brought you to the bathroom. She took of the pants, lump of poop and all, and stuffed it into the bag. She cleaned you up and put on the spare pants.
After some more jumping, Ona and Bobo got you to eat lunch with much effort. As soon as you had eaten you ran back to jump some more despite their pleas for you to go home. After numerous attempts chasing you down and to get you to get you to go home, they didn’t know what to do. They started to despair and gave up trying. You jumped and jumped, refusing to stop until suddenly you stood there, immobile, as a huge puddle of pee formed at your feet. Ona picked you up and made her escape, running to the car with you under her arm without a backwards glance.
I guess Ona and Bobo didn’t see the extra underwear I packed because when I came out to greet you when you arrived, you smiled up at me from your carseat, completely naked from the waist down.
Today with our friends I had been watching you like a hawk. You had done an admirable job keeping our jump park rules after I had repeatedly explained them to you. When I had to change Alora’s diaper I asked two of my friends to keep an eye on you and told you where I was going. About a minute into the diaper change, you ran into the bathroom with your big smile and a mischievous gleam in your eyes. You ran out of the bathroom in the middle of the diaper change. Unable to immediately chase you down, I didn’t know where you went, but I could hear some commotion in the men’s room.
When I was done I looked around and you were nowhere to be found. The last time my friends had seen you was when you ran into my bathroom. I called out for you in the men's room and heard no answer, but I could still hear a lot of flushing going on. I dared a peak around the corner and I could see a figure behind a stall door. I went back around the corner contemplating if I dare open the stall door on a potential stranger. I took a deep breath, walked into the men's room and opened the stall door. There you were looking up at me with a big wad of soaking wet paper towel in your hand standing by a toilet with more paper towels inside. I grabbed your wrist, flicked the wet paper towel in the garbage and washed your hands. Then, much like Ona and Bobo, I didn’t investigate the toilet situation any further and hightailed it out of there.
I love you my little adventurer.
Mom
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