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Wordless Wednesday

August 27, 2008

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Here’s Your Toilet Humor for the Day

August 25, 2008

Well, the pot went to pot today.

The toilet seat is just the latest in a long list of things to fall at the hands of my destructive rambunctious three-year-old, David.

He always remembers to put the toilet seat down. Problem is he slams it as hard as he can. It got slammed one to many times.

Half a toilet seat isn’t very comfy, and it’s wooden.

Splinters anyone?

Guess we’ll be making a trip to Home Depot with dad after dinner tonight.

Oh, I scrubbed it for you before I got out the camera.

No dirty pictures on my blog.

Living Room Olympics and Some Conversations with a Three-Year-Old

August 21, 2008

I haven’t posted much for over a week. I’ve been working on some other projects, and I guess blogging fell to the bottom of the list.

I just haven’t been feelin’ it either. Maybe it’s the realization that summer’s almost over. We’ve lost over an hour of daylight in the last month. I love those long summer evenings when the sun is out until 10 o’clock. Now that that they’re so quickly fading away, I feel like I have to squeeze every last drop out of what’s left of the sunshine and warm days. Remember the summers of your childhood that seemed to go on and on? If only time moved as slowly at 33 as it did at 13.

Or maybe it’s too many late nights watching the Olympics. I could not go to bed last night until I was sure Misty May-Treanor and Kerri Walsh won the gold. And am I the only one who couldn’t hold back the tears a few nights ago when they cut away to Shawn Johnson’s mother sobbing in the stands after her little girl finally won a gold medal? I actually had to get up and get a Kleenex.

David’s been watching the Olympics with us. This is the first that’s he’s been old enough to really watch. He’s been especially fascinated with swimming and gymnastics.

“Who is that?”

“Michael Phelps.”

“What’s he doing?”

“Swimming in a race.”

“He goes fast.”

“He goes very fast. He’s won a lot of gold medals, because he’s the best swimmer in the world.”

“When I grow up I want to swim fast, and win a gold medal. But I have to bring my floatie.”

Watching women’s swimming David noticed that some of the swimmers we’re, well, a little more athletically built than others.

“Mommie are they all girls?”

“Yes, it’s women’s swimming.”

“Is that a girl?”

“Yes.”

“And that’s a girl?”

“Yes.”

“No. That’s a man.”

“No honey, they’re all girls.”

“She doesn’t look like a girl.”

“Well, it’s hard to tell when their hair is under those caps.”

“No. She just doesn’t look like a girl.”

Later during the same event:

“Mommie do you want to go there?”

“Yes, I think it would be fun to go to China.”

“No there. Do you want to go there.”

“Do you mean swim in that big pool?”

“Yeah.”

“That would be fun wouldn’t it?”

“You could swim with those other girls, and Daddy and I could watch you.”

“I’m pretty sure I’d break a world record. Slowest ever Olympic time in the women’s 200 meters.”

Then after watching the gymnastics vaulting competition David announced, “I have to learn how to do five somersaults and land on my feet!”

The next day he carried his old crib mattress out to the living room and placed it in front of the ottoman. He started doing flips off the ottoman on to the mattress.

“What on earth are you doing? You’re going to break your neck!”

“No I won’t. I have a mattress.”

“You could still get hurt.”

“But I have to practice landing on my feet.”

Well, next week launches us full swing into election season with the Democratic Convention starting on Monday, followed up by the Republican convention the week after. David should give me plenty to blog about after he watches some of that.

Remember this conversation about Barack Obama? David still doesn’t believe me.

I Guess I’m One of “Those” Moms Now

August 13, 2008

I really don’t want to be one of those moms who calls the doctor about every little sniffle.

When I noticed this morning that David had a cold it didn’t seem like much. But he woke up from his nap coughing and breathing hard. He said it hurt when he tried to take a deep breath.  I held him for a few minutes, and he cried and cried, saying he couldn’t breathe.

When David was about a year and a half old he had a bad cold that turned into a case of croup that was so serious we had to take him to the ER. After that his pediatrician told us it might be something that would happen often to David when he had a cold, and that it could be an indication that he was developing asthma.

I also waited too long to take David to the doctor once. He suffered three or four days with a double ear infection before we finally went. I felt terrible about that. I know how miserable and painful those are.

So I called the doctor’s office this afternoon and described David’s symptoms to a nurse. She told me to bring him in right away. I packed him in the car and drove the 45 minutes to the doctor. Well, usually it takes 45 minutes. I think I got there in 35 minutes today.

We started seeing this pediatrician when we lived closer to Grand Rapids. And all the doctors in the practice are so great I don’t want to switch. The distance isn’t a problem when we’re just going for check-ups and shots. Today I thought we’d never get there.

Of course by the time we got there David’s breathing was normal. The doctor checked him out. He said David just had a bad cold and a lot of congestion. His lungs were fine. He said everything probably drained into his throat and lungs while he was sleeping, and the coughing was just all of it clearing out. He didn’t even have a fever. I’m sure he had a fever this morning.

The doctor was very kind about it. He didn’t tell me I over-reacted or anything. But I felt silly bringing him all that way for a head cold. And since I didn’t have time to apply make-up, fix my hair or change my stained shirt, I looked silly too.

Well, what’s a mom to do? It could have been really serious. Thank goodness it was nothing. I’d rather feel silly at four in the afternoon than find myself racing a really sick kid to the ER at 3 a.m.

Beach Day!

August 11, 2008

We finally hit the beach today for the first time this summer.

Yeah, we’re a little late.

We’ve been busy, and just didn’t’ get around to it. There were times I could have taken David by myself, but to be honest, the thought of dragging a three year-old and all the necessary equipment across the parking lot and the long stretch of hot sand to the water’s edge all by myself just did not appeal to me. So we waited for a day when Daddy could come with us.

It’s always more fun when Dad’s along anyway.

We headed out for the Lake Michigan shore at Tunnel State Park in Holland, Michigan. On the way we stopped at a farm selling sweetcorn along the road, and picked some up to grill at the park for lunch.

By the time we got there is was time eat. Here’s David enjoying some of that corn.

And watermelon for dessert.

At Tunnel Park the beach is divided from the rest of the park by a huge sand dune. If you want to swim you either have to climb to the top of the dune…

and then back down the other side…

Or you have to go under the dune through a tunnel. I prefer the tunnel. It takes a lot less physical exertion.

It was actually a bit cool today. Only in the mid 70’s and breezy. There were waves breaking on the shore causing a strong undertow making it unsafe to swim. The waves also churned up the water, and made it really cold. I mean really, really cold. Like painfully cold. Normally the water is pretty warm by August.

So we just waded a little.

Well, they waded. It was way too cold for me. I only put my toes in for a second. Dad said he he lost all feeling in his lower extremities after a minute.

David really wanted to swim today. I’m hoping we’ll get at least one more hot day with calmer, warmer water so we can go again before the leaves start to fall and the snow flies.