| I Love You, Man! | | Date Created: May 11, 2006, 08:15 PM |
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Today was about three years long, but despite the energy and labor it took, the effort was worth it. Besides a few flare-ups the boys were pretty good! The best parts of the day were lunch with my sister, my aunt, my mom, and the boys, going to "My Gym" with Miss Meredith, and going over to my grandparents' beach house late this afternoon to play with my aunt's dogs, Twinkles and Zoot. In the car on the way over there, James said "Twinks!" and "Zoot!" with such verve, he had spit just a-rollin down his chin. And he felt such camaraderie with the adorable pooches once we got there, he ate one of their doggie biscuits. I realized what happened when I noticed crumbs all over his face and shirt and an open package of doggie treats about six inches away. It must have been good, because he said it was, and after all, he did eat the whole biscuit...
Going backwards in the day, after nap we met Miss Meredith at this place called "My Gym" which is a cool indoor playground with slides and steps, ladders, trampoline, mats, balls, and a big box with plastic balls. They loved the balls and "hiding" underneath them. There was one little boy who kept diving in no matter who was in his path, and I realized that there are boys even wilder than mine. His mother was a caricature of a mother or of something. Hippy chic, she had on a yoga skirt and a tie-dyed tank top and long hair. Her little wild man had a John Lennon t-shirt on and her daughter a filmy floral tank dress. I don't have anything against yoga or hippy chic, but I don't think she noticed anything her children did--only this very strange choice of an employee who may have been there solely to give the really desperate moms something to think about other than their children they're not thinking about anyway. This guy who worked there was pretty "fit", with really short blond hair and a huge cubic zirconia stud at the top part of his ear. He says to hippy chic, "So I didn't see y'all in class last week" (they have classes, too). "Yeah," she said. "I went on a trip. By myself. To Atlanta. To the Fox Theater. To hear music. Widespread Panic." And while she flirted with the guy her children ran around terrorizing the others. I wondered if she was that spacey all the time or just when there's a really scary guy around to talk to. I kind of felt bad for her bad kids. But my guys held their own. Even James. He couldn't climb up everything he wanted, but he didn't give up or give in to his frustration. He drifted around and tried almost everything. I was really proud of him. George was the tasmanian devil running every which way touching everything and climbing on everything. He is truly a monkey. And while he was on something taking the three seconds it took for him to climb up and down he'd say, "I'm tryin' this!" He never needed me or Meredith and never looked up to see if we were around. He climbed up flimsy ladders like a tightrope walker and pulled himself up to platforms I had no idea he had the back muscles to conquer. He needs to run and climb and be busy like a draft horse needs to work, like a Jack Russell needs to run, like a golf cart needs to charge its battery. John was strong but cautious. He was able to do pretty much whatever he wanted but the first time around on anything he took his time and watched his step. Out of all the fun things there he doesn't normally get to play with, he found a plastic basketball goal and a ball in the corner and spent a lot of the time shooting hoops. No, really. He sat on top of a platform a few FEET away from the basket and he kept getting them in. Some while he was standing, some sitting. Meredith and I kept waiting for him to miss. And he did. Maybe 5 times out of 20 or 25. I could not believe it. So scary because he's named after my dad and he looks just like my dad and my dad played basketball. But before my dad gets a big head, he also has some of my dad's other "gifts" that aren't as charming as basketball. But I want dampen the mood with any examples. Anyway, thanks to Meredith for treating us--it was a lot of fun! Not a great place for scoping out guys, though, unless you're into punctured cartilage.
Lunch was fun. I would have bet you anything before we went that the boys would have been nightmares, but surprise surprise surprise! They were so good. Having a few of their very favorite people there didn't hurt either. George was so delighted with my aunt Ruth he later sang one of the songs from his class at school : Ruth Ruth we adore you, Ruth Ruth, yes we do, Ruth Ruth we adore you, Ruth Ruth, we love you! I wish I could record his voice singing this for you and he does this little rhythmic head bob while he sings it. I have to say, pretty damn cute.
My whole family is coming to town in the next few days for my niece's christening. I can't wait. We're going to have an excellent weekend! AND our favorite twins are turning 30 and having a small celebration Saturday night. Family AND friends in one weekend. Jackpot!
My biggest weirdest news is that I've started selling skin care products! I am the last person I would ever have suspected would like it! I don't love social interaction with people I don't know well, I've used bar soap and drugstore lotion most of my life, I don't wear makeup, I hate sales, and I don't have ten minutes of free time to my name. But, my friend Susan got me to try some of the products and I loved them. Even though I tried to hate them and tried to be a real tough customer too cynical to be roped in to a sales pitch. But I can't deny it! It's fun to feel good and pretty and smell nice and have soft skin! Why haven't I been using products all this time? Anyway, I kept getting online and ordering more and I was so excited about trying everything even though I was spending way too much money. The next thing you know I'm thinking, if I love this stuff so much, how hard can it be to tell other people how much I love it. And maybe even get paid to do it! I don't know how well I will do, but I am gong to give it a try. I'm amazed by how excited I am! It's something so outside of my comfort zone and so unlike anything I've ever done. I love having something to focus on outside of the house and the boys. I'm trying not to get too optimistic about making some moo-la, but I have to admit, the idea of having a check in the mail with my name on it for work I'm doing is pretty powerful. And not as much for the money itself, but just the idea that I am contributing something to our household and that I am exerting some control over my own destiny. Independence and pride, is that you on the horizon? Keep your fingers crossed for me!
Here's to eye cream and exfoliating sea salt scrubs!
Have a great weekend!
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