Well, the movie, Wall-E, (http://disney.go.com/disneypictures/wall-e/) was great. With or without children, it's a must see. SH, you MUST see this before you have your baby and are too tired to go out to a movie! Use those movie passes, have some popcorn, laugh, and think of me, b/c I would have gone with you if I weren't 2000 miles away!!! I won't say anything else about it, other than it's the first animated film I've seen in a WHILE that's worth seeing again and again!
Isn't that what gold diggers would shout when they hit the mother load? Well, I want to shout because I have found a group of women who not only seem to enjoy my company, BUT, are totally cool with letting their kids run around naked. It'd be heaven if a couple of my buddies from back east could drop by with their naked babies.
We went to a bbq yesterday and all five kids, ages 17 months to 4, were just naked. It started with the little wading pool, then eating lunch, then the sandbox, then watermelon, then racing cars up and down the driveway...their little bums had us grown ups laughing all afternoon.
I think naked children remind me of a time when things were simpler....much simpler. Perhaps not easier, but just simpler.
It's been 100+ degrees here all weekend and I think, even though Littleman probably won't get it at all, Papabear and I are just going to take him to see that new Disney movie, Wall-E. Cranked A/C (that we don't have to pay for) and popcorn here we come! (I might even splurge and get a diet coke...mmmm)
Well, I know I've hit some kind of low when I am actually disappointed that I will be out of town for the next Wiggles concert. I am SURE Papabear will be thrilled to hear that we actually won't be going this year. In the words of my three year old, "Aww poopy."
Yeah, yeah...ANOTHER playdate post. But, as this is my life now...SO, the J is for Jungle playdate was only so-so. We made monkey masks.
Then we did A is for Apples and Art. The final products are really quite lovely and the kids loved the concept of painting with apples.
BUT, to date, todays playdate, V is for Volcano, was by far the best. Littleman and I built the volcano on Sunday and he was beside himself "rupting" it for his friends.
I know we were all expecting this post...I thought I could stick it out until July before posting it, though! SO, it's 98 EVERYDAY. Fortunately, it's not too terribly humid, so it's not awful, awful. But, I'll be honest, it's pretty frickin' hot. I made a fruit salad to bring to a playdate today, packed it in my little cooler with THREE freezer elements and when we took it out (four hours later) it was WARM. Shocking.
Recently, I made a comment to a (local) friend about how hot it is. It went something like this:
Me: Man, it's hot! I think it's supposed to be like this until- [I was going to say Friday]
Friend: October.
She wasn't even joking!!!
Now, I thought we'd be stuck inside all summer long because of the heat. Not so, I am happy to report. BUT, you really do have to be by a pool. (Our community has two and they are both right up the street from us.) If you are in a wet bathing suit or submerged in water, the heat is really not so bad. Also, being in the shade really helps. If you can get to a playground before 10 in the morning, it's bearable. After that the plastic is just too hot to handle. And, when we're at playdates or having one here, the kids run outside and don't seem to be as affected as us grown ups. They run in and out and fill up with water. Sprinklers are handy, too. Oddly, the hottest part of the day here if from 4 to 6. SO, this is when I let Littleman watch a Little Einsteins video (or something like it) while I prep dinner. If he's had a good nap, we swim after dinner. It's a pretty decent life.
Well, felt the need to randomly ramble. The need has been satisfied. Hope it's not too hot where you are sitting down to read this.
are what keep us going these days.
Tonight, driving home from a bbq, we saw fireworks, or as Littleman calls them, "boom boom booms." What a treat. Littleman was nearly asleep (as it was 9:30 and well past bedtime), when all of a sudden a bright flower in the sky takes our breath away. Even Papabear smiled.
Another surprise, a friend called this morning and invited us over for swimming and dinner because she thought my hubby might need a little fun. *sigh* He really does. And even if he didn't go swimming, he did have a few beers and laughed while his son and our friend's son rode tricycles in the nude.
Yesterday, I went into Littleman's room at naptime fully expecting to see him pulling off all the books on his bookshelf. However, I discovered him curled up under his covers clutching his cuddle-bear. The sweetness of a sleeping three year old is breath-taking. They are magnificent to behold, like giant bubbles, shimmering and magical, reflecting all the wonder of the world around you, about to POP at any moment. All that energy suspended...for just a few moments...breath-taking.
And yet another surprise, I like yogurt again. It has grossed me out since I was pregnant and now, all of a sudden, I am loving it. No, dear friends, do not get the wrong idea, it is not a "craving" (*sigh, I wish it were*), merely a rekindled love. I am happy about this because I don't drink milk and I am sure my aging bones need the calcium.
And finally, I have pretty much kicked the Diet Coke out of my life. At first I went cold turkey - no diet coke for two whole weeks. It was tough, but I made it. Then, I realized that no diet coke at all would just kill me, so I've knocked it down to one every other day or two days if I can make it. SO, all I drink is water...occasionally with a lemon. Super exciting, isn't it?
The other night when Papabear had to pack a bag for D.C. he asked me where all his underwear had gone. "Did you check the dryer," I asked. He returned from the laundry room with but a single pair. A mystery, we agreed.
This morning, while gathering scattered socks and things for a load of laundry, I noticed Papabear's duffel bag shoved in a remote corner of our Texas-sized closet. It was the duffel bag he used for our trip to Arizona. Guess what it was full of? Dirty underwear.
I am certain that his brain didn't actually think the thought, "Oh, she'll unpack my bag." But you know, deep down in his man brain, the thought resided...because, why else wouldn't you unpack your own stinking bag? The one with all but three pairs of your underwear?
Men.
