Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Don't try this at home

Here is something that is a bad idea: Take 4 kids to a water park when really only 1 of them can swim. By yourself.

It seemed like a good idea at the time. It's a zero entry pool, and I had warned the boys that they weren't going to go down the big slide until some of our neighbors (with bigger kids that could buddy up with them on the double inner-tubes) arrived. We could at least enjoy a little splashing with Leo. It was going to be much more fun that sitting at home chewing on each other.

It was only after I paid the entrance fee and put our things down on a chair that I noticed the wicked wind that was blowing. It was a beautiful, sunny day otherwise, but if you got out of the water, it was a bit brisk.

Of course, Mr. No Attention Span Spence kept climbing in and out, kept getting cold, kept wanting his towel, and then kept attaching his nose to my thigh whining he was "soooooo cooooooold!!" He then just decided this last step was the preferred one, and just stayed right there. Now, this may come as a bit of a surprise, but having a whining child perma-fixed on your body, when you have paid good money for this "treat" of a day, makes for a crabby mama.

But then, relief! Roxie and her gang arrived, and we could turn to the fabulous fun of the water slides! Happiness for all! My thigh gets a rest! All I had to do was stand in that small strip of cement between the pool at the bottom and walkway to the stairs up, watching the smiling children skamper by. Granted, I couldn't see everyone at all times, but it's a contained circle with the only prospect of drowning being right in front of me.



Any chance there is another Rebecca here with a child named Spencer? Nope. Not only did my kid get lost at a WATER PARK, Mother-of-the-year over here didn't even realize he was lost. He had felt cold, escaped me on his way to his towel, and then couldn't find us.

I guess the nose on the thigh is actually preferable to some of the other alternatives...

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Cabin shinanigans

Though the weather hasn't been that hot this year, the cabin is still a get away that can't be beat. Here are some of the latest shots of the boys as they enjoy a campfire, the great outdoors and a doggy door...
Pensive Spencie

Goofball Cal

Snaggle-tooth Max

The baby who thought he was a dog

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Bad relationship

I should be working out. I should be on my bike. I have a long workout today (a "brick," in fact, where you do 2 things - today is bike and run), and it is supposed to hit 90 degrees later.

I should get out there.

But I don't wanna.

I feel like this triathlon thing is like an abusive relationship, at times. I really don't like the workouts. They hurt, they take my time, I feel slow and unworthy... but then for ONE LITTLE DAY, the triathlon says to me "Look how pretty you are! You are SO GOOD at this, Athena! I promise never to hurt you again." But here I am. Gettin ready to go sweat myself silly and try to get a little faster.

Well, at least I'll feel pretty again in about 2 hours...

Monday, August 10, 2009

This is what legs are for

No, those luscious, chubby little gams aren't just for mom to gnaw on, they actually serve a purpose...
High degree of difficulty on the rocks

Extra points for taking eyes off the ground

Forget about standing! Look at this LEAF!

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Dreams dashed...

Conversation between Spencer and I in the car on the way home from the cabin...

Spence: Mom, I want to ride in a rocket ship
Me: That does sound cool
Spence: When can we do that?
Me: You have to be an astronaut to ride in a rocket
Spence: I want to be an asstonought.
Me: Sounds like a great idea.
Spence: When can we do that?
Me: Being an astronaut is something you do when you grow up. You have to study and train. It's something that is your job, just like me being a doctor.
Spence [pause.....pause.... sniffle...] in a very sad, whiny voice: But I wanted to be Spiderman!

Ah, life's big decisions....