The other day we were at an RV park and I watched a man—for the hundredth time, at least—pull on an elbow length pair of rubber gloves before disconnecting his RV’s toilet hose. As I watched him all I could think about was what my grandpa would have thought if he saw a man doing this. Giant rubber gloves? Because he might have a drop or two of poopy water splash on his hands? My grandpa died twenty-five years ago, but I can easily imagine the look of disbelief on his face.
Seriously though, in my daily life of wiping kids’ butts and using my fingers to constantly wipe their snotty noses, disconnecting the toilet hose is pretty much the equivalent of washing my hands with soap and hot water. Man up fellas, and leave the yellow rubber gloves at home. You’ll be all right.
On the bus front, work continues at a snail’s pace. Solar panels are laid out and almost ready to be installed. I had an elaborate set-up envisioned which would allow me to avoid drilling any holes in the roof. Then Ali saw how I had the panels laid out on the roof (she can now see the roof from inside the house) and put the kibosh on that. I returned a hundred bucks worth of crap to Home Depot, bought ten bucks worth of L brackets instead, and am now resigned to doing things like everyone else, drilling through the roof into the frame and caulking the hell out of it all.
Today I drove the bus two hours south to have the windshield resealed by pros whose entire life’s work is doing just that. I’m also paying to have them do the back window which I had done already in Minnesota and been assured would never leak, but which leaks like a funnel has been drilled through the window frame.
Pulled out the air conditioner the other day too. It never worked, and we never really cared. We did however decide to put a new one back in. But more exciting to me than having cold air is the prospect of having heat. Yep, the 12,000 BTU air conditioner doubles as a 10,000 BTU heater. Being hot never bothers us too much, but being cold absolutely sucks.
Horchata! You know that in Mexico that glass would be twice as big and cost half as much.
Our friend, Booth, underestimating the great power of our Lucha Libre clan.
Preparing to bake cookies. Step One: Dress the part.
Step Two: Mix ingredients, blah, blah, blah.
Step Three: Sample the dough. Sorry to any friends that have had oatmeal cookies with us.
The cookie baking was in preparation for the day’s really big event, dubbed “The Snow Movie Party.” In other words, Ouest would be introducing Grammy to the world’s greatest movie, Frozen. Pizza would also be needed. Lowe was meant to have a sausage pizza, but the sausage did not make it beyond the saucing stage.
And since Grammy was involved, there must also be Snow Movie dolls. The party was a rousing success, and we are now considering what next week’s party should be.
This would have been a really bad name for our Dodge motorhome.
Macro setting.
Lowe is such a boy.
25 Comments on “Poopy Hands”
The gentleman with the gloves could have a compromised immune system.
All hundred of them?
Your funny, i thought both your kids would be toilet-trained by now though? Frozen is an absolute obsession in our household too. Cheers.
They are! Have you never seen a 2-year-old try to wipe themselves?
Your right Pat, actually to be honest your probably a much more experienced father than i am. I Have an 8-year-old stepdaughter but i never had her when she was a toddler. I’m only 24 but expecting some kiddies next year or after. I Guess i’ll have to wait and see for myself what you describe, i am sure it is a learning curve that’s for sure!
Best wishes.
Trent.
Next week will be yet another Snow Movie party followed up by a talent show where in Ouest sings “Let It Go” 1,000 times. 🙂 So nice to see Grammy and the kidlets enjoying their time together.
Sadly, you’re probably right.
Have you seen any feedback about the flexible self adheasive solar panels? I’m thinking about ordering a couple. John
If you are a parent and the worst thing that happens to you in a day is that you get a little poop on your hands, well that’s a good day… I’m with you, man up people.. it’s just poop and hands will wash…
I like the bottle of Makers Mark by the photo of the air conditioner. Explains a few things. Ha! I love the tiara with the apron for cookie baking. I see your family does things right. And your mother seems to have all the right ingredients for parties and fun with kids/grandkids! Special times call for special measures; and the way we do the things we do because it’s fun and makes great memories. Good times. Makes me smile.
Our solar panels are attached to our metal Airstream roof with just 3m adhesive tape. No screwing no holes in the roof. Just caulked around the L bracket to keep moisture away from the tape. It is the way to go if you have a suitable roof (Not sure what your roof is metal or fiberglass or what)
i dunno. we even did EC with the last 2 kids (so poop and pee sometimes everywhere – i.e. no diapers) but I ALWAYS used gloves when dumping the black. something about fresh poop doesn’t bother me but poop and pee sitting in a tank baking in a few days of Mexican sun isn’t something i wanted on me. plus we’d already had typhoid twice adn amoebas once so maybe our disinfection processes could have used a little help.
still no cholera though! yay!
Hmmmm.
I can’t recount the number of kiboshes Windy’s put on my projects, the number of times I’ve grudgingly changed direction. But she bats about 90 percent, so we continue on. All the best guys.
That was such a fun day. Spending a day with Ouest and Lowe and their loving parents makes it clear that the kids are being given the best of all worlds. BTW, I was considering joining a gym to drop the extra weight … maybe I should just tag along as the Manny and wear out the kids each day… man I was sore yesterday.
I just downloaded an an IPad app for my granddaughter that she can sing and record karaoke to the Frozen songs. Ouest would love it.
UM….. You did wash your hands in-between moving the sewer drain and making cookies; right 🙂
An entry entitled Poopy Hands and pictures of fingers in cookie dough – yummmmmmmmm – LOL!!
I was thinking the same thing the last time I saw a guy at a dump station wearing pretty much a hazmat suit. I do carry a box of disposable latex gloves for dumping, but that’s mainly so I don’t have to worry about washing up properly with a line of people behind me who all want to dump as well.
I’ve changed diapers for three kids, it sure changes your perspective.
I don’t use gloves either when dumping but I cannot tell you how many times I have witnessed the RVer ahead of me shoving the fresh water hose four feet into the end of his dirty sewer hose to rinse it out. I don’t mind our poop but I really don’t care for other people’s poop on my hands. Some people are just nasty. My favorite would have to be two elderly gentlemen (in separate expensive campers) who pulled up to the dump station and just opened their black water valves and literally “dumped” it all on the ground. I couldn’t even get out of the rig when we pulled up to dump because of the horrid smell.
Growing up, our camping trip wasn’t complete until Dad had either a hand or a foot stained blue with that blue toilet stuff. (Dad lived dangerously, he was known to check the spark plugs by grabbing hold of them while the engine was running.) Seeing Chevy Chase in Vegas Vacation walking with a blue foot cracks me up every time.
If i find a magic lantern and i get one wish, it is going to be that i get to be a kid again for a day and spent it at that Grandmas house!
Hey no glove, no love man;) I have a box of exam gloves from Costco for the RV tank duties but that’s how I roll.
I have been rebedding the deck hardware on my boat using a roll of Butyl tape instead of caluk. Got the roll on Ebay for $12. People at the marina say it’s the only way to avoid leaks on boats and RV’s.
You probably already new that.
Does anyone make cookies WITHOUT doing a quality check on the dough? This process ensures the cookie quality! You should post one of Ouest’s pics on the blog sometime…looks like she’s taking after daddy.