No more trips to the pool, and it isn't even Summer yet!

*WARNING* The following blog contains graphic information, so do not read if you are squeamish about gross things other people's kids do!
Our latest and greatest misadventure happened a few days ago, but I am just now at the point where I can retell it without feeling a huge pit of humiliation in my stomach. It may be because the sting is still fresh in my mind, but I feel like this may be the biggest form of public humiliation that Landon has bestowed upon me. And just to keep you reading, no, it does not involve poop. It's been pretty warm lately and the pools in Peachtree City have opened up for the season, so as I stood outside sweating as I watched the kids on their scooters, I got what I thought at the time to be a fun idea. We should just go to the pool! (Oh man, I want to reach back to my former self and yell at her to think it through!) I thought I HAD thought it through. Landon did have trouble with pooping in his swimming diapers and causing trouble in the pool last year, but now he is completely potty trained, so what could possibly happen? I was excited that Landon was finally getting to the point where we could actually go do things like that, and when I mentioned the idea, all three kids were really excited and ran for their suits! When we got there, they all ran and jumped in and swam around like three little fish, and I was pleased with myself for coming up with the idea. They swam happily for a long time, and Landon even got out of the pool and went to the bathroom when he had to!
"Wow!" I thought, "Landon is getting so much better and my life is just going to get easier now." I prematurely thought. Then, when he got back in the water, he inhaled a huge amount of water and started to choke on it. I watched in horror as he started to gag, and I knew what was coming. I grabbed him by the arm and hauled him out of the pool, but not before he vomited right next to a family that was swimming together. I pulled him on out, and he finished his spew on the concrete next to the pool. Everyone had witnessed it and there was no pretending it was someone else's kid (which I did consider trying at first), so I had to point it out to the lifeguard, who carried a yellow cone over to the vomit and made everyone get out of the pool. I grabbed Landon and Devon and tried to run to the bathroom to rinse Landon off, and I asked Bailey to run get our towels and my purse so we could flee the scene. She came back with just the towels so I said "Bailey, I NEED my purse! Go get it!!" So she goes and puts the towels back and comes back with just my purse!!!! She doesn't think well in a crisis I guess. I ended up having to leave her with the boys and go back to wade through the angry, disgusted crowd of people that had been forced to get out of the pool. There were kids pointing at the vomit and screaming at the top of their lungs "EEWWWWW! SOMEONE PUKED!!!" and there were two older ladies that were just livid and they were angrily telling eachother "That is just rediculous for a child that big to do something like that! Now we have to get out and we just got here!" When I had collected our things and worked my way back over to Landon, he was crying because he wanted to get back in the pool! I quickly rinsed him and drug him, loudly protesting, back to the golf cart so we could get out of there! The hallway was crowded with all the people we had just forced out of the pool and they all glared, stared, pointed, and made comments and we made our walk of shame out of the building. I immediately vowed never to return, at least not with Landon. I'm starting to wish for some slow blog days!