Pardon the mom shrieks. Swimming lessons

Last year swimming lessons were mostly failure.  G had fallen in the pool the weekend before he started.  It had been raining.  The water was cold.  He had a newborn brother.

This year... different story.  First of all, he truly believes he knows how to swim because he had lessons last year?  Ummmm ok.  So we've been trucking it to the pool this week.  We go early.  Take dinner.  Have lessons.  Continue to talk about how he knows how to swim.  He wants to go off the diving board.  He wants to go down the big slide.  He wants to swim underwater.  He is rocking it.

We hadn't tried the diving board until tonight.  The first attempt was a little intimidating.



Then he brought his A-game.  I hope you can see his pride in his face.  But you probably can't over my shrieks.  I'm one proud mama.

Life Lessons.

We went to the pool for the first time this season on Saturday.

This was after a long effing day of buying a car with 2 children (never again.... which is good, because I will get a new car in like 20 years or something.)  Long.  We even only went for one specific car.  They finally let us go eat lunch while waiting and the closest thing was a Wendy's.  G said... ew gross to the nuggets I got for him and Meyer.  Meyer refused.  They both refused the frosty.  What?  I guess that's what happens when they only get chic fil a.  yummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.  side tracked.

Anyway, there is only so much to do in a car dealership with two small people and it is 100 million degrees outside.  They behaved as best as they could.  So the pool was a reward for my non napping kids.

We geared up.  I threatened G to get it together.  We made it to the pool with 800 of our closest neighborhood friends.  G was over the MOOON.  He also lives in some fantasy world that because he took swimming lessons last year (in which he refused to participate 95% of the time) that he knows how to swim.  Anyway chillin in the kiddie pool jumping up and down, going down the slide.  Then joins me and Meyer in the big pool and ingests a shiz ton of water because he can't swim with his mouth closed.  Keeps coughing.  I keep saying that if he keeps swallowing water he will throw up.  "No I won't mommy.  I'm not swallowing water."

Cut to 10 mins later and he vomits in the kiddie pool.  I remove him as quickly as possible.  Tears.  He is in tears.  Not because he "frowed up" but because we are leaving.

With this comes his life lesson, "Griffin, any time you throw up on yourself it's best to go home and take a bath."

And this my friends is kicking off pool season 2014.  To chlorine!  And your kids not eating that day so only having apple sauce vom!

...it could have been worse.

Dinosaur train.

I've been watching too much dinosaur train.

For this Pteranydon Family who has so GENEROUSLY taken in a T Rex egg.  I mean, his mom didn't even notice him there until one of her other hatchlings is all, "hey mom... it looks like you have another baby."  She's all ohhhhhh right... I mean, whaaa how did this one get here?  I'll keep him.  I'll tell him he is just like one of us (only smarter than Don.  Lets be serious.  That kid... not bright. La la looooo.)

Also, they only feed him fish.  And forget that he can't fly.  Or that he will probably grow up and eat them.

Just saying.  This series is completely dinosaurist and exclusivist.  And uses names for dinosaurs that I didn't grow up with.

And I'm too old to keep up with these things.

PLUTO AS A PLANET FOREVER.

Mother's Day.

J

If mother's day could come once a month I would be in heaven.  I mean, not last year's mothers day when my newborn had to go to the children's hospital.  Lets skip that one.  Or my first one where Ben was traveling and I was stuck in my car with my car hating child and two dogs and begging sweet Jesus for open container laws.  Though, I'd probably keep it because I mean, what would I complain about?

This year was awesome.  Ben had been out of town for the week so there was adequate guilt/desire to be with the kids.  I soaked it up.  I napped.  I ate.  He made biscuits and gravy and sausage and mimosa's.  I mean, this man truly knows the way to my heart.  The kids were sweet.  Only one of them punched me in the face.  Thanks, Meyer.  I didn't cook.  Or clean.  Or really do much of anything.  And, I got a massage gift card.

Easter 2014.

We decided not to travel.  Which made us sad.  And happy.  FInally, a weekend at home where we did nothing (everything).  Everywhere.  And we loved it.

I mean, I didn't have time to shower before church, but That's not a big deal, right?  I mean we had EASTER baskets... and pancakes.  And bunny faces.  AND CANDY.

These kids make everything worth everything.

Griffin's latest Griffin-isms

Ben is traveling.  A lot.  For work.  For "work."  Anyway, when he is gone G gets to sleep with me one night.  If he remembers.  Last night when we were on the 400 millionth, "oh, and mommy..." I said "tomorrow you can sleep with mommy."

Tonight we were going through bed time.  We were done.  Read our books.  Sang our songs.  Lights out.  Mommy leaving.

"Mommy, yesterday you said tomorrow I could sleep with you.... Is today tomorrow?"

Yep.

I pick up all his "a lot of things" and his pillow.

"It's ok, Mommy.  I don't need my pillow.  I'm just going to sleep on yours."

And in another version of life...

Someday I am going to be a daddy.  Meyer is going to be a daddy, too.  We sure are going to have a lot of daddy's in our house!  Where will we all sleep?

Ummm... your room?

No, Meyer can sleep with his room.  I'm going to sleep with you and Daddy.

He's just growing up too fast.

Easter meat.

We didn't travel "home" for Easter this year.  Instead we stayed home, where we actually live.  And it was AWESOME.  (also, side bonus that a tummy bug was going around the other half of the fams.  Thank you Jesus for letting us skip that one.)

I kind of died at the cuteness here.  My older one refused a tie.  Jerk.  DO WHAT MOMMY SAYS!  Kidding, kidding, but seriously?

A big ol' meal for the 4 of us seemed silly and really, I don't love traditional holiday foods, unless they are provided, and mac n cheese, and dessert, and probably whipped cream and mashed potatoes, but everything else, meh?  SO Ben, the master meat smoker, smoked us a brisket.  It.  was.  amazing.  The best one ever.  And he made beans.  With meat in them.  And then cooked some greens, cooked in bacon grease.  Basically, we only ate meat for Easter.  It was delicious.

Then we felt miserable.

So yesterday I made some healthy nature cookies (thanks, weelicous) and had three of those for dinner and my kids left over fish.  Tonight, we are going with a pinterest salad of roasted veggies.  I told Ben he wouldn't even NOTICE there was no meat in it.  He assures me I'm wrong.

Then again, he was singing, "I'm going to wash your body, get it clean" via Justin Timberlake "rock your body."

It's true non vegetarian love.

(Official camera photos coming soon.)