If only he'd wear his own hats. I put a baseball cap on him a few weeks ago, and you would have thought I'd set his head on fire. He looked so adorable, though, for the half-second before he threw it across the room in hysterics. I wanted to buy it for him anyway - use some desensitization techniques to get him to like it (i.e. duct taping it to his head for 10 minutes at a time), but Phil was opposed to spending money on something that might put his boy in therapy. (There are so many free ways to do that, really.) But The Precious loves Phil's straw hat, and he went wild over this big, floppy, multi-colored number at Target. He'd put it on and peek out at me from under the brim with a huge grin, then try to put it into our basket to take with us. I kind of wish now that I had gotten it.I decided to do some swim lessons with Andrew this year - we finished up our last one on Saturday. Here he is modeling his swim diaper from last year - still fits!
They weren't exactly what I thought they'd be. Not that I was expecting Andrew to be swimming laps by the end, but I did anticipate something more than some college kid standing around smiling at the babies and squirting water at them. Oh, and the gym with the indoor pool where we received this glorious instruction? A pit. You had to go through dingy corridors with flickering fluorescent lights, then through a locker room and finally through more dingy corridors to get to the pool area. Band-Aid stuck to the floor. Creepy guy in yellow capri's staring at us from the sauna. I felt like I was in a super-hero villain's lair. Fortunately Two-Face did not spring out and take us captive, and the yellow-knickered man eventually went on his way, but the water was ice-cold which really helped ease Andrew into the idea that pools are fun. Our last lesson was taught by someone else, and she was great! I think we could have gotten beyond the filth and actually learned some good stuff had she been there the whole time. Blast.
We're now gearing up for our big Dude Ranch Adventure! At the beginning of June, Phil's parents are flying the whole family out to New Mexico to spend 5 days at a dude ranch. Isn't that so splendidly wacky? I tried Andrew's cowboy boots on him a couple days ago and was vastly amused by the reaction.
His namesake, my brother Andrew, was an enormous fan of cowboy boots, so I can't help but hope (albeit with a lump in my throat) that The Precious enjoys them as well. So far it's looking good.
4 comments:
The cowboy boots rock!
And I'm glad to hear that Caleb is not the only little boy to rebel at wearing a ball cap or hat of any kind really.
Sorry to hear the swim lessons were a disappointment. We really enjoyed ours at the Y.
Ohhhh! I wish we had the sort of men in this area who would wear yellow capris- our filthy, scary places lack the character they had in the ATL. I am sure that Andrew will do Andrew justice in his affection for cowboy boots. When he is older, you must bring him here and his aunt Emily will take him to the cowboy hall of fame in Oklahoma- and help instill in him not only a familial love of boots from your side of the family, but a healthy respect for the great state of Oklahoma as well.
The boots are adorable! As is your boy... and, come to think of it, you! You had me laughing out loud (and even a little teary) yet again.
Love,
brooke
I could just eat him up in that last picture! Have fun at the dude ranch--so fun.
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