Today was the first swimming lesson for my Bean & Peanut. I was so proud of my Beanie! She never would put her face in the water and would even wig out if any water splashed on her. But, today, she even went under to get the diving rings. I was amazed!
Peanut, on the other hand….
She would tell the swimming teacher that she wanted to sit on the steps. Then, she’d take off running up the steps & over to me. I had to go inside with Beanie so that she’d complete the lesson. Even then, if the teacher gave her one of the diving rings, instead of throwing it in the pool, she’d throw it at the teacher.
Tomorrow we go back. Bean can’t wait. Peanut has declared that she is staying home.
Drama seems to follow me everywhere.
Peanut was born early at 35 weeks and it was quite a sudden surprise. So, for Tater Tot, my doctors and I have paid attention to any pain, twinge, or whatever. I’ve been having contractions off & on for several weeks and have spent a lot of time on the couch or in Raylo’s armchair. Well, Sunday night the contractions were regular and kept going for an hour. So, my wonderful friend MoMo dropped everything to come over and sit with my kiddies until Debs could come. (Debs was going to stay overnight with us anyway.) I spent the entire night getting IVs and getting medications that knocked me out and then sleeping. At 6 a.m. they let me go home. My kids never even knew we were gone.
I spent the rest of Monday sleeping off the medications while Poppy & Mimi took care of the girls & MoMo & Debs cleaned out my office and turned it into the baby room. This is the definite high point of the experience.
But, since I’m only 30 weeks along, we’d like to keep Tater Tot cooking a little longer. I’d appreciate prayers in this matter! So, that’s what’s been going on in our neck of the woods.
A few months ago, Bean started telling us what she wanted to do for her birthday party. She said she wanted to have lots of swimming pools and water and cupcakes and fruit.
Sounded good to me!
So, we borrowed a pool (bringing our pool numbers up to 2), got a slip & slide, put out the water table, and turned on the sprinklers. We put out lots of playground balls & toys. We looked up and realized that we had created a Redneck Water Park.
The funny thing about that Slip & Slide — none of the kids knew how to use it. We kept describing what they should do, but they’d either jump on it, slide on their knees, or just splash around. I was about to show them how to slip on said slide, but then I realized that the beach ball-sized baby bump on my front would render that impossible.
The kids all loved it.
But, I didn’t think about one thing. Beanie’s birthday is in late June. It’s hot in late June. In fact, it was a record high that day and well over 100 degrees by 10 a.m. when the party started.
Here’s what I’ve been wondering….. do kids just not notice the heat? Other than asking for lots of lemonade, they didn’t seem fazed. On the other hand, all of the adults were hiding out under any shade we could find & sitting by the fans that Raylo had brought out for us. I don’t remember being bothered with summertime as a kid. Is it that we’ve grown wimpy as we’ve grown up or that kids are just having too much fun to notice?
Bean was certainly having too much fun to notice….
So, Beanie also wanted cupcakes, right? I was going to make some from scratch, but that really wasn’t realistic at this point. So, I found this recipe where you can take a box mix and add some stuff to make it taste homemadeish. I needed more cupcakes than 1 box mix would make, so I doubled the batch. Two vanilla cake mixes, two vanilla Dream Whip packets, and 2 boxes of vanilla pudding went into the bowl. But, as I added the eggs and oil and stuff, something was just not right. It didn’t smell very vanilla anymore. It smelled like…. bananas.
I used to love bananas. In fact, when I was first pregnant with Beanie, one thing I could eat were cold bananas. But, one day I went to eat a banana & the thought of it made me positively ill. That was over 5 years ago & I think I’ve eaten half a banana since then. I don’t like the smell of them or the taste of them anymore whatsoever.
Here I was, with a mixing bowl tip-top full of banana-scented batter and I couldn’t figure it out at all. So, I started checking my ingredients. Yes, the cake mixes were vanilla. Dream Whip only comes in vanilla. And then, I realized that both the vanilla and banana-flavored pudding were in yellow boxes. One of the two boxes was the culprit. And that one dastardly little box of pudding had made the entire batch a banana disaster.
I went ahead and made homemade frosting — partly so I wouldn’t have to go to the store to buy the canned stuff I forgot & partly to try to hide the banana-ridden cake. It didn’t work.
Peanut started the revolt by loudly announcing that she did NOT like the cupcakes. When the kids finished their snack, all of the fruit was gone, but at least half of the cupcakes had only one bite taken out of them. Can you say cupcake FAIL?
Next time, I”ll be double-checking those dad-gum pudding boxes!
Yesterday was Cow Appreciation Day at Chick-fil-A. Dress like a cow and get free food. Therefore, I and my little herd got all gussied up.
And I promise that I combed their hair before I put the cow-ear-bedecked headbands in their hair.
And contrary to the look on Peanut’s face, she actually had a great time. But, she refused to be in any other pictures we took. And my camera batteries ran out after this picture. That’s life, I guess.
Did you dress up for Cow Appreciation Day?
Maternity pants are stretchy. This will become an important point later in my blog post.
Peanut has always been clingy. She wants hugs and wants to be touching me all. the. time. It’s grown worse as my belly has expanded. Here’s the trouble: she usually clings to my pants or my pockets. When I wear regular pants with a regular belt, this is not any trouble.
But, when I walk through the aisles of Wal-Mart and she pulls on my maternity pants pockets…. well, let’s just say there’s slippage. Let’s just say that it’s a good thing that maternity shirts are long. Or I would be banned from The Wal-Marts.
A few weeks ago we were at Firehouse Subs. She yanked my pants down quite low. I grabbed them before they went below the hemline of my shirt. Then, I told her she had to quit pulling on me. Her response: she grabbed the neckline of my shirt and pulled it down almost to my bellybutton. So, in avoiding losing my pants, I lost my shirt…..
I am surprised that I am still allowed in Firehouse Subs.
Today I met two friends & their daughters at Chick-fil-A. The nice refill lady there got me a brand new large tea. I immediately set it down on an uneven surface and it spilled everywhere. We helped clean it up & then moved to another table where we could see our kids in the playground area better. Immediately we knocked a chair full of bags onto the nice lady at the table next to us.
At least my pants didn’t fall down in there.
I am becoming a menace to society.