I have a very deep need for randomness tonight. Are you ready? Can you deal with this?!?! (Imagine some insane martial arts moves.)
When I had my annual appointment a couple of weeks ago, I got in a little trouble for not taking vitamins. Right now my mom is thrilled that someone else stepped in to nag me about this. Y'all, I usually lie and say I am taking them, but look! The Lord is growing me. My wonderful nurse practitioner told me that if I am not taking calcium then my body is going to take it out of my bones to give it to the baby. Uh, gross. I love you, Annabeth, but I do not want to give you my calcium. I have goals for my senior citizen years, and they do not include having a broken hip while I'm livin' it up with the Red Hat Society. So I'm trying to be a good girl and take my calcium pills and my prenatal vitamins. (You should know that if you drink plenty of milk you don't need to take calcium while you're nursing. As for me, if I drank a glass of milk I would hate myself for 24 hours. You have no idea how much I'd like to down a big ole carton of chocolate milk though.)
Jackson started swim lessons tonight. He's going twice a week for the next month. Not only will this give him something exciting and fun to do, but it will also help us have more fun with him at the pool this summer.
Our whole family attended the first lesson. I wish I had some pictures, but I had left my camera at my mom's house last week. Bummer. During the lesson he was with one "coach" and one other little boy. I'd signed him up for a certain beginning level for kids who have no skills in the water and also have no fear. They are the kids who think it would be awesome to jump right in and then they'd sink straight to the bottom. I was a little apprehensive that I had picked the wrong level for him, but I knew within 30 seconds that I was right. He was lives for the water.
Curt and I watched from an observation room. We were laughing so hard that we were nearly crying. Please picture the most excited, energetic, ants-in-his-pants, wide-eyed, and LOUD little boy you've ever known, add Jackson's face to him and you've got it. He was operating at a level 10 throughout the whole lesson. His coach probably didn't know what hit her. There was a box of pool toys next to their station and that nearly sent him over the edge. This was the happiest day of his life. I'm not sure if it was the other little boy's happiest day. If he likes being splashed by another 3-year-old, then maybe. I fully expected his coach to tell us he needed private lessons because he's such a handful that she can't even concentrate on the other kid, but she didn't. It's a good thing because the private lessons cost twice as much!
I've lost a couple more pounds. Yay. But I'm nearly bald. Boo. Okay, that is an exaggeration, but I do have an obvious bald spot above my right temple. The left side has some catching up to do. Y'all, the hair loss is so bad that I have to clean out my brushes every day. The bathroom trash can is filled with little bird nests made of my hair. Isn't that a lovely picture? I'm getting it cut on Saturday. Hopefully I won't send my stylist running for the hills when she brushes it out.
Are you reading Missy's blog - It's Almost Naptime? She is so stinking funny. You need to read her, particularly if you have or want to have a large family. I especially loved her post today about having to take her 4 kids to Kroger. I cannot even handle my two at the grocery store. I tried it last week and when I was looking for some gourmet ingredient like Rotel, Jackson grabbed a glass bottle of hot sauce off the shelf and held it out like he was going to drop it and see how far it would splatter. At that moment I knew his arms had gotten too long and he was no longer safe to take, even with a baggie of snacks.
Well, I've had So You Think You Can Dance on pause for too long. Gotta get to it. Peace!