I didn’t take swimming lessons until I was in college. Probably 19. Go me.
I took the basic class by myself a couple times and than I took an actual lap swim class with my sister Kateka. We were really excellent swimmers, if you count sitting on the edge and whining about getting cold and wet. Or treading water in the deep end. Yes. I am still as good as Michael Phelps.
I signed Gentry up for swim lessons last year and every time the teacher wanted him to do something, he would stand on the side of the pool and say, “I CANNOT DO THAT!” Everytime. He was petrified. Scared and nervous. Until he realized he really could do that. Towards the end of the summer when I was to fat, pregnant and hot to be happy sitting on the side of the neighborhood pool watching him, I would get in and play with him. His favorite game was for me to push him to the bottom of the pool and he would shoot up like a rocket. Once in a while he would punch me in the stomach and Amelia in the who knows what when he was down there and than shoot up like a rocket. He was just getting her ready for the big brother he is today.
So learn to swim. Even if you are old and have not done it before. There are classes for 3 year olds and classes for you.
Also, look at this guy. Holy cow! I could never do this without dying first.
My mom said my 30 days of life skills was not complete. That she was waiting for more than 5. Hmmmm. I am obviously struggling with this.
This one probably applies more if you are married to a boy, or have male children or grandchildren. Cause there are times when JJ will try to relate gospel truths to the the life that is Yoda. Learn, I will. Or times when the man child asks me my favorite character or asks me which character I want to be by selecting a colored pencil as my light saber and I get it very wrong. Or there is also the roaming catalog of Star Wars Legos and I am supposed to know which numbers apply to characters and ships.
So yeah, I don’t know and apparantly I am missing out. How do you do?
My sisters told me yesterday that I needed to start blogging again. There are only like two times in the day, ok, three that I have time to myself anymore. Going potty, nursing, and showering. I can do stuff one handed while nursing. It is just a lot slower. Guess which one I am doing now. Ha ha. That is a fun game.
Things are going pretty well with two kids. Gentry has gotten really good at programming the tv to do what he needs it to do. He can turn on the Wii or a movie. And he has gotten really good at the Wii games. Is that something to be proud of? He was going to learn sometime. Now the all powerful threat is that if he doesn’t listen I am going to turn off the Wii. It has happened a few times. Beware the mean mommie.
The baby yells at me all the time. Especially while eating. She will pop off and scream, scream, scream. I will force her back on and she will begrudgingly reattach. And then pop off to whine just a little more. And then once more. And one more time for good measure. I think we are on track for some great drama and debates. My mom and I can both imagine her at about 5 with her hand on her hip, telling me how to run the house.
Gentry loves her so much. He wants to hold her all the time and if I have not let him hold her in the day he will get really sad and cry. I have taught him to see if she is hungry by rubbing her cheek and see if she wants to suck. He loves to let her suck his fingers and I let him do it as long as they are clean.
JJ and Gentry went to buy me and her presents for Christmas. I talked to Gentry about what he was going to get her before they left. He said he wanted to get her a really pretty blanket. He came home with a knit purple and white blanket. It is so sweet.
I am really impressed with the way that Gentry is handling this. There have been a few bumps in the road. But he has always been good for me and been good at home. He likes to choose the clothes that she wears and he helps me bath her in the mornings. He gets to wipe her legs and arms.
The other day I took a nap with her on my chest. When I woke up he asked if she could lay on his chest. His chest is a lot smaller than mine. So she kept rolling off. But they were so sweet together. I am so excited for when she sees and responds to us. I think she is going to love Gentry. I know he loves her.
The energy has worn out. I am so tired and there is nothing to do. Which, being translated, means there is nothing I want to do.
Wee man and I have been coloring and cutting out super heroes and villains all day. I tore myself away from that to go to the library. Even with what feels like an extra hour in the day, I feeling so tired and getting nothing new done.
The to-do list has not changed to much and I am quickly running out of clothes that fit. My new favorites are a pair of jj’s pajama pants. Big and comfy. I can’t imagine even when I loose 8 pounds of baby, that I will want to wear anything but big comfy pants.
However, the bassinet is set up in my room. Wee man and I practice wrapping babies in blankets. A friend gave us a few infant diapers, and I told Wee Man they were for him. He looked at them and looked at me like I am crazy. We held it up to him to see if it would fit. Nope. They are so tiny though. I cannot imagine that any butt will ever fit in those things. They are so small.
Also, we bought the Ultimate Malem and it is working. Like we have had 4 dry nights since it arrived, 3 in a row. It scares Wee Man pretty bad and he cries every time it goes off, but can you believe it is working. Also we have been going in and waking him up around midnight (which never worked before) and than he sleeps until about 7-9 without wetting. I am so proud. We are going to keep it up until we are sure he can go the night without and accident, but seriously. This is a gift from the Gods. I hope to be buying diapers for only one child. But we are going on 5 years of diaper buying. The earth thanks us.
And that was all a bunch of random nothingness with no point.
Yesterday in Relief Society, the lesson was about charity. About how when we are judging people we are not full of charity. All I could think of is how nice JJ is to me. Always.
I have turned into a hissing, fierce momma cat who is pretty willing to tell most everyone what I think of them. And poor JJ has taken the brunt of this. I wake up in the morning in a punching mood and he usually takes a couple hits. Not literally.
And instead of saying things like, “Woman, you are nuts. I am leaving you here to sulk and punch holes in the wall.” He says, “I am sorry I bug you all the time.” All day long. Everyday. Instead of getting mad at me and making me feel crazy, which I know I am. He is so kind to me.
He doesn’t take offense. He doesn’t hold a grudge. He just loves me and tells me so. I guess he knows how hard this is for me. He just loves me. No matter how crazed I am that day.
We went to Logan to be with JJ’s family for the 4th. It was really fun to see everyone. I did a lot of nothing and it was nice.
On the 4th we went the Hyrum City Parade in the morning and than the Cruise In in Logan in the evening. The Cruise In is where old cars parade up and down the main street. It is really fun, JJ’s grandpa and dad show us the cars they used to own.
Cousin Lily
This is Gentry’s cousin Lily. They look related to each other. Me and Gentry, not so much.
animal imitations
Gentry got bored so we did relays of different things. Crawl like a crocodile. Roll like a tumble weed. Hop like a bunny.
cute boy
nothing productive done here
This is all I did. And sleep. I loved it. Click here to see the rest of the photos.
