Thursday, October 9, 2008

David Swimmer

This is the cute little smile that David flashed at me seconds before running off and cannon balling into the deep end. I am damn glad I put the floats on first, since David cannot swim - a small point that eludes his tiny brain whenever he gets within jumping distance of water.

The morning started out with a surprise double hug from Peter when I dropped him off at kindergarten. I took him and got him settled and gave him our normal hug goodbye. As I left, I turned at the doorway for our normal goodbye wave. Instead, he came running up to me, in full view of the other kids I might add, and gave me a big bear hug. To add joy to happiness, he whispered 'I love you' in my ear.

All too soon the day will come that Peter will be embarrassed by his father and not be willing to show any type of affection in public. This will probably be the day that he can read and stumbles across the link to this blog, but it could happen even sooner. I didn't spend too much time thinking about it though; I just cherished the moment and probably lingered a bit longer at the doorway than usual.

I got home and was greeted by Tom, who gave me a welcome home 'something'. I really can't describe it. It was somewhere between a sneeze and a fart, but had elements of a hiccup and burp. Whatever it was, I am sure it was Tom's disgusting way of telling me how cool I am. Thanks, little buddy, but I already know.

Something about Tom's weird bodily hello made me want to shower off. Our tub is full of dirty poop rags and stained baby clothes, though, so I grabbed David and we made our way to the local swimming pool.

David is either trying to drown himself or give me a heart attack and today, he almost did both. I have said it before, but that boy simply has no fear. I do. Not a good combination, but I must say it made for an interesting afternoon.

As we made our way back to the locker rooms, David sprinted off and went straight into the ladies´ side instead of the men´s. Stupid two year-old. Can't read, I guess. Anyway, I had no choice but to chase him and found him chatting to a nice and unbashful eighty-year old woman getting changed.

She complimented my red cheeks and beautiful son and I complimented her tattoo of an eagle with a really long neck. David's close encounter with the old and kind only demonstrated how little he fears things that are or will make him wrinkly.
Ladder Talk:
1) What was the best part of your day?
Peter: When I played Spiderman with you.
David: When I go mit you in the swimming pool little and I swim and you swim.

2) What was the worst part of your day?
Peter: When David was quicker as me by dinner.
David: That yuck make me cry.

3) What would you like to do tomorrow?
Peter: Play with you Spiderman.
David: I want to be Bonoman.

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