Tri Pool Problems

It all started when Jonah and Ellie discovered that Mandi H. or B. or whatever you want to call her had some water in her kiddie pool. Before Erin and I could stop them they were in the pool gloshes and all.
Obviously the poor kids wanted to swim. So the next day we set up the pool in our yard and once again Jonah was too fast for me and was in the pool diaper and all before I could change him to his swimsuit.
Then we started swimming lessons. Graham did fabulous. I tried to bribe him to go off the diving board but he wasn't going to have any of that. He told me, "If I feel like going off of it I will". Every once in awhile he did.
While Graham swims Jonah plays on these lovely toys. During the second week of Graham's lessons Jonah was up at the top of the tree house and stuck his head between the posts. He'd done this before at other places on the tree house but apparently these posts were a little closer together! His head was seriously stuck. I climbed up there and tried and tried to pull it out until his ears were all red and he was crying. I was wishing I had brought my jumbo jar of vaseline or a Costco size tub of butter to help extricate (am I using that word right?) his head. We even had a little mom from down below trying to coach me from her point of view. I kept thinking of the movie Bolt (we watched it like 200 times when Jonah was sick) when he got his head stuck and the pigeons tell him, "Turn and pull, turn and pull". Finally I decided to just give it one big pull and sure enough out it popped.
The next day he fell off this slide. His only injury was little scratches on his face from the wood chips that broke his fall.
Despite all this pool drama I somehow ended up taking the boys to the outdoor pool for an hour or so. Jonah was (as always) pooping in his swim diaper right after we got there and so I had to take him into the bathroom to change it. As we were walking to the last stall (we were gunna need some room to maneuver) I was holding his hand so that he wouldn't slip and was bending down talking to him when out of nowhere...

I totally run into the TAMPON DISPENSER! This was no little tap on the head I could feel it ringing clear through my teeth. I wanted to sit down on the slippery bathroom floor and cry while I waited for the goose egg to make its appearance but I'm a mom and I had the burden of cryptosporidium on my hands!

24 hrs. later my goose egg is almost gone, swim lessons are over, and Jonah is injury free. Whew.