the pond scoop, or shall i say poop?

Like I said, we are in the smallest town in Colorado while Preston works at the DFA (Dairy Farmer's of America) Plant. Everyday we drive over to the plant at 5:30pm and wait outside in the car for Preston to come out of the temporary trailer they've put outside for him and his co-workers. I guess you could call it an office. Every time we've pulled up to the plant these last few days Henry asks me, "Daddy poopin', again?". I had no idea what he was talking about all this time. There is a cattle slaughter yard just down the street that makes the hot air reek of cow dung....so I'm thinking maybe he knows just what poop smells like and knows someone must be pooping. No. He doesn't even know when he poops his own pants (STILL!).

Well, the genius mother in me finally figured out his questioning mind. Check out this picture, and I'm sure you'll catch on a lot faster than I did...From Henry's view from the back seat it appears as though Daddy emerges from the Port-o-potty every evening, instead of at the bottom of the trailer stairs. I guess he thinks his Daddy goes as much as he does.

Other happenings this week at the hotel...

1. James fell off the bed and got this shiner...So now Henry loads the pillows around him to prevent him from getting hurt...Why don't I put him safely on the floor to play, you ask? I found a large family of ants just below the sink that don't allow me mentally to put my little babe on the floor amongst them. And boy do these boys love hotel pillow games...
2. Henry took a bath one morning while I was feeding James. I kept talking to him from around the corner so I knew he was safe. He kept saying, "I okay, Mom". Well, come to find out he was okay, just not the bathtub. He had unrolled an entire roll of toilet paper and put it in the tub with him. Meanwhile it had broken up into soggy, disintegrated worms that had clogged the drain. I tried to pull out the chunks with my fingers....clean the drain out with my hands....force the water out in anyway possible. I had no luck. Daddy came to the rescue with a trashcan. He had to dump it all in the toilet and the maintenance man had to come and clean out the drain.
Our days here have been busy....eating out, playing at the park, perusing Walmart, swimming, catching the local antique car show, visiting the library, hitting Sonic happy hour, and just hanging out in our one room "suite".