A Day in the Life...
I am down at my mom's house today. My sister Brennigan and my mom and I went to my Grandma's house so that Landon could have his first real swimming attempt in their big in-ground pool. I love going back to my Grandma's. Her and my Grandpa have lived there since my mom was a little girl, so I have a million memories at that house, and especially in the pool. When us kids were younger we would spend hours and hours playing in the pool. The summer was made for swimming, and we could never get enough of the water. At one point this afternoon Brenn took Landon in so I was out in the pool by myself. My grandparents live out in the country so I just laid in the pool and listened to the gentle wind, the sound of the trees, my Grandma's windchimes, and the sounds brought such comfort and peace to my soul. They were so familiar...so much a part of my childhood. As I was in the pool by myself I put a mask on and swam all around. It was almost as if I could hear the ghosts of our childhood. I had the strangest urge to play mermaids or pretend I was lost in the ocean...just like we did when we were kids. Then all too soon my son popped back in the gate and was ready for a second round in the water...ready to make his childhood memories. For lunch, my Grandma made tomato soup and bits (fried pieces of bread), and then we had tea and turnovers (my Grandma is British and has passed much of her traditions on to us children). It was an absolutely lovely day. I am not sure what I will do when my dear grandparents pass away. They and their surroundings are such a part of who I am, of where I have come from.
I think I am going to be spending the night at my parents tonight (it is a bit of a drive back home) and we are all going to have dinner and go to the lake and get ice cream. It should be a very fun time. This was something I loved to do growing up, and it is so much fun to pass these events along to our son and to see him enjoy these things as I once did.
Landon's latest antic: Jon and I having a conversation, blocking Landon out until we realize what he is saying: "Mommy, I am talking to you...Mommy, I am talking to you!" Where does he come up with these things...they border on impertinent, but are so funny the first few times he does them. He has been saying it a lot since then so I have tried to come down hard telling him it is not respectful, but sometimes it still makes me laugh...a little.
I recently commented on a friends blog about how much I hate puke (and all of my family with vouch for me). Last night Landon had too much in his mouth, gagged, and threw up his entire dinner. My dear husband cleaned most all of it up thankfully. Besides being pregnant I have not thrown up since I was 12 and I hope I never will again...ever. I wish Landon never would either. I am still petrified of his first bout with the stomach flu. I am hoping (and seriously praying) that he never gets it.
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