who's child is this?

first of all before i even start on that - since i have forgotten two days in a row let me say RIP Marilyn Chambers. http://www.latimes.com/news/obituaries/la-me-marilyn-chambers14-2009apr14,0,2571017.story

so yeah - i took the boy swimming this morning. or should i say that i walked around the pool with him clinging to me as though i were - idk, i can't do metaphors tonight. suffice it to say that he was holding on tight. i mean initially he made it clear that he was not going in at all. i didn't force him that would be way counterproductive. and i actually have some significant experience in getting someone over their fear of water. when i was little my father would NOT go in any water deeper than his waist. i basically taught him to swim - and saved him from drowning. that's not exaggeration. damn! again with the digression. but yeah, so 45 minutes i walked him around trying to go a little deeper and getting him to loosen his grip a little. which is fine. i'm not saying it's a bad thing. just wondering where the hell this came from?? by the time i was his age i was flinging myself into water at any and all opportunities. i called my dad today and blamed it on him.

and the kid wouldn't eat a vegetable if the saving of his soul were on the line. i really shouldn't complain i mean he eats a fairly balanced diet. the doctor told me that there was a total crossover between fruit and vegetables in terms of what he is getting out of them and he will eat any and all fruits that have ever existed. but breakfast - cheerios; oatmeal; pancakes / lunch and dinner - fake hotdog; chix nuggets; pasta; bread and peanut butter. that's pretty much it. and it's getting worse. he used to eat mac and cheese - rarely will he eat that now. tomorrow i'm going to try rice again and see what we think about that. he used to it. oh, and chix sausage. now, try to feed him a piece of chicken he'll look at you like you're an alien. so yeah, nutrition wise we are okay but whose child is this??

we went to the bookstore this afternoon where i did in fact pick up the golden compass trilogy. btw, i made a joke to carl while we were watching the golden compass where i sang "i've got a golden compass" ala charlie and the chocolate factory. yeah, that was a mistake dude. i can't stop singing that. but only in my head. the people in the store were flabbergasted at how much he talked and that he was only three. it's nice to have people think that your kid is cute particularly when you are thinking about mushing their little faces. good goddess he has been pushing my freaking buttons. i do think it is mostly in reaction to being away from home because he keeps saying 'this is not my house'; 'are we going home' etc etc

oh and if you think i am exaggerating (sp?) how much he talks - consider this: we are eating dinner and he is yapping away. (btw, if you ask him a question and he doesn't know the answer or have an answer for you he will just repeat your question back to you. this happens a lot.) so anyway we're eating and he's yapping and i left the room for a minute to go get something and i hear "mommy . . . momma . .. mommy" / "yes, babydoll, i'll be right there, what do you want?" / "um, i, um . . to talk". i practically peed myself.

whoa - there is a woman on colbert who wrote a book called bodies and she is talking about the bmi and she just said that george clooney is classified as obese. this may be another book i have to read. i mean i know the bmi is crap - if you are reading this don't use the bmi. it doesn't account for muscle so the body builder who weighs 250 is considered to be exactly the same as the couch potato at 250.

yeah, i like vacation. i read 40 pages of a book today (journey to ixtlan - excellent stuff); took a two hour nap and woke up to my boy hugging me; ate an actual meal with vegetables and that facial scrub i bought works awesome. yep i'm feeling pretty good. they say that going somewhere for vacation recharges your brain so that you have a different perspective even when you get back. i am very much hopeful that will be true - it's been so long since i took actual time (more that three days at a shot and went somewhere that i don't really remember how it goes.

yeah, all that 'oh if i won the lottery i'd go back to work otherwise i'd get bored' blah blah blah - those people have no fricking imagination.

Oh, well. Here is my talisman. You change your mind, give us a chant