Today Enrique arranged an excursion for us. We went by minibus to a Swiss resort in Cali with a playground and a Swiss restaurant!
Our child had been to the bathroom twice in the morning, and when we asked him just before the trip if he needed to go to the bathroom again, he said no.
When we got there, the children played for fifteen minutes on the playground before lunch. Then we entered the restaurant, forgetting to ask again about the need to go to the lavatory. Big mistake!
While we were enjoying our appetizers, our son decided to let it go, and peed in mommy's lap!
We had brought clean clothes for the child, but not for mommy. So mommy borrowed some detergent and washed her shorts (which she had only bought yesterday) in the ladies' room while dad and son went to the men's room where the boy finished going to the toilet and put on clean pants. Mommy washed his wet pants too, while she was at it. She claims that her shorts became discolored where he peed on them, but no one but she can see it.
After dinner the kids played some more, and when it was time to leave, we wisely asked if the kid needed to pee. He said no.
Hah!
The bus ride to the nearby town of Palmira was longer than we had expected.
After a while the kid got really hot and sleepy from sitting on daddy's lap on the sunny side, so we moved him to mommy's lap, where he immediately fell asleep. As we pulled in to our destination, the Museum of Transportation, mommy felt for the second time on her very first Mother's Day that unpleasant feeling of something soaking her shorts, and the floor of the minibus suddenly became quite wet.
Ooops, he did it again!
(As we say in Norway: Sånn går no dagan'!)
We avoided any more accidents today by insisting that our boy pee in the rest room before we got on the bus home.
The supper menu was spaghetti, and we had high hopes that he would finally eat something. The reason we were thinking spaghetti might be appreciated by our little epicure, was that there is a picture of a plate of spaghetti in one of the picture books we bought him, and when we read that page, he often pretends to eat the spaghetti, making sounds so no one within shouting distance can fail to understand how yummy that dish is. (We've had to eat our share of air spaghetti, too, as he always shares generously!)
And finally his little stomach got its fill! He has a special and frankly quite disgusting technique for eating spaghetti, but as long as he was eating, we dared not interfere. He ate almost a full (grownup-size) plate of spaghetti before he suddenly stopped, spat out the last mouthful, and said "No mas! Telo (=quiero) jugo!" (No more! I want juice!)
The happy parents gave him juice, and then we played soccer with him for half an hour before going to bed. We have already mentioned that his physical skills are highly developed. And he has mastered kicking that ball like no other three year old we know! (Said the proud parents, not letting go of the soccer pro dream.)
As he has grown more confident and started to feel safer with us, his gait has changed. Now he walks with a broad and very determined stride like a gang leader from Harlem, and it is hard to remain serious when watching it from behind. But you probably have to see it to understand what we're talking about.
One Italian family with two beautiful adopted children (one from Italy and one from Cali) left today, but two new couples arrived, one from the Netherlands and one from Sweden. Soon their children will be joining our little community, too!
PS: Several people have asked why they can't write comments in our blog. We had not figured out how to allow anonymous comments yet, so if you wrote a comment and you were not logged in with your own blogspot account, it did not get posted. We have managed to change that now, so as of today anyone (not only registered Blogspot users) can add their comments!
Thanks to those who pointed this out to us!
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