Ward party

Our ward did a fun end of summer barbeque at the beginning of September for the whole neighborhood (Mormon or not).  There was, of course, a potluck with plenty of funeral potatoes to go around as well as free horse rides for the little kids.  It was at the park/playground near our church.  One thing the people in charge didn't plan on: bad weather.  It was raining off and on all day long, and still semi-sprinkling when we got there with more black clouds on their way.

Someone in the neighborhood (not a member) smoked a ton of pork for the party. YUM!

After eating, the kids ran off to play, but two minutes later, Ari came running up to us scream-crying like she broke a limb.  What had actually happened was that she didn't watch where she was running and ran through some knee deep (for her) mud and was covered.  I hadn't brought any diaper wipes (didn't think we'd need them!), so we used napkins, wet them down with water, and wiped her off the best we could.  She was still a mess when Lexi ran up saying she needed to go to the bathroom.  Seriously, this girl has a bladder the size of a pea.  I ran her to the bathroom at the park, but they had been locked after Labor Day.  Grrr.

I made a quick, executive decision that we were DONE.  No, we hadn't rode the horses yet, but the approaching thunder was making them jumpy anyway and the skies looked like they were about to open up on us.  Shane carried a still very muddy Ari to the car while I carried Lexi and begged her not to pee on me.  Kaden ran along beside us asking if we could come back to play on the slide another day.

*Sigh*  Why is it every time we go out, it ends up in a story involving Lexi, pee, and leaving early?