Drowning and Starving

Little Man is really coming out with some gems this week!

I signed him up for a group swim class at our pool club..an introductory to water. He can swim a little bit, but I thought it would be good for him to be in a class without his mama.

When I told him about the lessons, he insisted that he was going to wear his nose mask and floaties. I told him that he could only wear his goggles. He was pretty ticked about it but did not say anything.

So yesterday was his first lesson. I dropped him off on the pool steps, introduced him to the instructors, told the instructors where I was in case they needed me for anything and off I went. About 10 minutes into the lesson, lo and behold, a mad looking Little Man walked across the deck to my lounge chair. I asked him why he had walked away from his lesson. And he said "Well, they are trying to DROWN me over there...I don't like to put my face in the water. It gets in my nose. I am going to drown!"

Stifling a laugh, I marched him over and told him that he was not leaving the lesson and that he could sit on the side of the pool until the end. I did tell him that if he did not participate, he would sit out the remainder of our visit that day.

He promptly sat on the side of the pool, turned his back to the water with crossed arms and refused to participate. I let it go on a few minutes and then walked over to remind him that no participation in the lesson = sitting out the rest of the morning.

He jumped right in! =)

Later that evening after a trip to the library and to the store to pick up some items, he began to complain about everything. Whine. Whine. Whine. Whine. They he announced "Mama! I am starving! When are we going to eat?"

Bless him. We prayed for his language skills to improve and boy howdy! Did they EVER!

Can We Keep Some Things To Ourselves?

This was a very busy morning for the kids and I. We needed to hit the Dollar Store to purchase some compostition notebooks for Goosey to write a summer journal and to buy some stickers for Little Man. Then we headed to the library to pick up some videos and books. When we left the library and getting into the car, Little Man said, "Mama! I don't have any underwear on!" I asked why and he said that he could not find any in his drawer so he just put his shorts on without them. I told him to keep it to himself and we would find him a pair when we returned home.

We had one more stop: Our Local Museum. After looking at their membership benefits, we decided to purchase one for the family. (The kids and I are heading to visit Grandparents Mac in Chicago and this membership allows us free entry to a TON of museums up there.) While I was filling out the form and chatting with the receptionist, Little Man had started a conversation with a musuem employee who happened to be standing nearby about a stuffed oppposum...a dead opposum...dead, dead, dead, dead. (Little Man tends to focus in on that word lately.)

Anyway, Little Man's conversation turned from oppossums to dinosaurs to stating that he was not wearing any underwear. HUH? The worker leaned over and said, "Excuse me?" and once again, Little Man told her that he just could not find underwear and decided to wear his shorts without them! I snatched him over next to me and told him that he should not discuss his underwear with anyone. I was so embarrassed!

The lady was gracious and said, "Commando, huh, mom?" Yep. And they now have our names, address and phone number if they want to contact me for further stories....

A few days ago, we booked our flights to visit the grandparents in Chicago sans Daddy Mac.

I'm Only Seven....

Goosey has had a little boy who has been her admirer for the last couple of years. Noah has really had stars in his eyes for her and has written her notes, brought her rocks from home and trinkets here and there. Her "boyfriend" even pitched enough of a fit that his mother asked him to be moved to her class at the beginning of the year.

Goosey has always been nice to this little boy who seems to have trouble making friends. She played with him and invited him to her birthday last year. However, she decided that it was time to break it off...

One day coming home from school, Goosey told me that she needed advice on how to "successful breakup" with her boyfriend without being mean and ugly...because her efforts were being ignored by Noah. He was still writing notes and wanting play with her without including anyone else. I gave the sage advice on how to be direct and tell him that she no longer wants to be his girlfriend and that any notes, trinkets, etc. will be ignore or returned.

The next day, I inquired as to how things were going with Noah. She informed me that she had a successful breakup and that Noah was OK. She said that he told her "You can't breakup with me! You told me that you would be my girlfriend forever!!" To which she replied: "Forever? I'm only seven...and forever is a long time, Noah."

Ahhhh, young love.