Yesterday I decided to take both kids to the little town for an afternoon outing at a lovely spot on the waterfront called the Gingerbread cafe. Started off quite nicely Ivy eating her chocolate ice cream as I had an ice coffee and a banana/rum cake. While Connor just happily sat in his stroller watching us.
Ivy has been avoiding daytime naps at all costs and will only sleep if she is with Daddy in bed and Dada as she calls him must nap also. Well Dada had spent the night in Mayreau a tiny little island about a 2 hr ferry ride from Bequia and was returning on the 5 pm boat. It was about 4pm when the bad ideas started.
"Mummy can I go for a little swim?" fully dressed and standing precariously on the edge of the jetty she asks. "No Ivy, without armbands you will drown please get off of the jetty" I say trying to stay calm
I coax her back into the beautiful gardens surrounding the cafe, then comes the next bad idea.... She starts picking random leaves and flowers and starts eating them. When that gets shot down she decides to pick up handfuls of sandy dirt and throw it all over the walk ways and then the chairs and benches of the cafe
It starts to rain so we go inside to shelter, I'm actually a little thankful to have Ivy in a confined place for a while until I notice her stooping underneath one of the chairs and peeing right there through her clothes. She then looks at me like nothing is wrong and denies the whole thing. She has been diaper free for 2 weeks.
It stops raining and we go outside. She disappears behind the cafe to splash in muddy puddles. The friendly ladies who work in the cafe feel sorry for me as Connor starts to cry for his bottle and I'm too busy trying to feed him to run after Ivy so they go after her. She comes back but then lies face down in a puddle and drinks some of the water like a puppy!
Connor is finished eating and happy again. Ivy is asking where is dada's boat? It's about 4:30.... A friendly dog appears and Ivy is trying to play with it. I'm holding Connor and chatting with a lady from the cafe who turns out to be from Trinidad and is in love with Connor... She has an 11 month old boy at home. It's strangely quiet... I look around Ivy is nowhere to be seen. I start calling her name ... Ivy where are you? Then I remember the last time I saw her she was after the dog so I quickly ask the nice lady to look after Connor for a bit and walk in the direction I last saw the dog and Ivy. She is nowhere to be seen then in the distance I see the dog and Ivy running behind it... Halfway into town so I start running too and shouting for her to come back. Does she listen? Of course not! So I have to run until I scoop her up and carry her back to the cafe.
Where is Dada's boat? I wish I knew too. Finally I see it coming in the distance and then Daddy comes walking up and Ivy is in his arms happy and safe.
Boy do i need a drink! We go to the Whaleboner bar where you sit on bar stools made of whale bones and order 3 drinks. Juice for Ivy, rum and coke for Dada and I have a beer.
Ivy starts drinking but mostly pouring pineapple juice on herself then starts dipping her straw into dada's rum and coke. I've lost count of the number of bad ideas by now but the best is yet to come!
The bar tender who is amused by Ivy tells us this great story about the first time she got drunk. She claims she was 3 at the time.. her mom had sent her into the bar to get the ice pick ( my jaw drops already.. A 3 year old with an ice pick!!??) so she gets the ice pick and as she is on her way back with it she spots a case of Budweiser on the floor of the bar. She is always asking daddy for a sip of his beer so she decides to take matters into her own hands and with the ice pick she punched a hole in a can of beer . As the warm beer started squirting out she opened her mouth and drank as much as she could. Her parents found her a short time later covered in beer and drunk! Now that was a Bad Idea!! But considering she had an ice pick I think it could have been much worse ...
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OMG! What a day! Only one beer after that?
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