Friday, June 24, 2011

As a human, we all have traits that we don't like about ourselves....things we want to improve or change. As a parent, those are usually things we hope we don't pass on to our children.

I'm a worrier. I have slightly neurotic tendencies. I over think things. That would be one thing that I hope I don't pass on to my children. Unfortunately I think my oldest doesn't have much of chance. Case in point -- The following is a conversation we had this morning while driving home from a few errands:

Cason: Mom, when we get home, can we ride bikes?

Me: Sure. It's early enough that it doesn't yet feel like THE FIERY BREATH OF SATAN BREATHING DOWN UPON US. (Ok, I didn't really say that last part. But I was thinking it.) I have a few things to do inside the house and then we'll go outside.

C: Ok. But what if we get in a car wreck on the home?

M: Well I hope we don't.

C: Well what if we DO?

M: Then we'll cross that bridge when we get there.

C: What if we don't get in a car wreck but another car gets in a wreck and we can't get home in time to ride bikes?

M: I really don't think that will happen. But if it does, we'll ride bikes tonight after dinner.

C: What if when I'm riding my bike, I get in a wreck with another bike?

M: I don't think that's going to happen because you are the only one on our street that rides bikes.

C: But what if someone ELSE is riding a bike and we crash and then my bike is broken?

M: You're exhausting. I need a nap.

Now I know how Colin feels when trying to have a conversation with me.

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Our local pool is, uh, interesting. Most of the time everyone there is very nice and nothing is ever a problem. We've only been once this year because we have White Water Bay passes again (I know. You should be so lucky.).

I'm sure I've documented here before my son's fear of the water that all began two years ago at White Water Bay. If you are new here, let me catch you up to speed:

son loves water -----> go to white water bay -----> son gets pulled under water accidentally in the first 30 seconds of being at WWB -----> mom doesn't notice -----> friend's mom saves son ----->mom feels bad/son cries -----> son now deathly afraid of the water -----> mom doesn't understand this since she grew up swimming everyday that it was even remotely warm -----> mom puts son in swim lessons -----> son won't get in the water during swim lessons -----> mom gets mad -----> son swears when he is four he will get in the water -----> he doesn't -----> all of son's friends who are four can swim -----> doesn't seem to bother son -----> bothers mom -----> son swears when he is five he will get in the water -----> mom isn't buying it but acts excited anyway

So now, a full TWO YEARS after the near drowning at White Water Bay, Cason is finally into swimming and he loves it. The first couple of times in the water this year were a little touch and go but now, he is doing really well and loving it. The kids will start swim lessons in July this year (because I, am apparently, a glutton for punishment). If they like it, great. If not, I'm not getting my hopes up.

So back to our local pool. Cason wanted to go last night and because of this reluctance in the water, every time he asks I practically move heaven and earth to make it happen. While were there, we were swimming near another family. The dad had a huge booger hanging out of his nose. Have you ever seen anyone with a huge booger hanging out of their nose? Internet, I tell you this: It is impossible to look anywhere else. All I could think about was why the people that were with him were not telling him about this. And then my kids noticed and started talking about it. Loudly....because they only have one volume. AND THEN Cason says, "Hey, mom, that guy over there with the booger in his nose? He has an ipod strapped around his ankle!" Sure enough, booger dude has an electronic monitoring device around his ankle. Awesome. Booger dude heard Cason say this, looked at me and smiled and then promptly removed the booger from his nose. Since then, Cason has mention several times that he, too, would like to have an ipod to wear around his ankle. He sets his sights high people.

So there you go. You read this whole post to find out that we saw a guy at the pool with a booger in his nose and an Lindsay Lohan device around his ankle.

You are welcome.

Wednesday, June 01, 2011

I officially enter my 30s today. I'm excited. Most of my friends are in their 30s already. My twenties were great so I can only imagine what the next decade will bring.

Cason asked me this morning if I was going to stop having birthdays soon. Wow, I hope not.

My first official photo as a 30 year old:

Here is to another great decade, folks!