*Zack and Derek have swimming lessons five days a week for two weeks. Today is day five. The first few days, Austin was content to sit in his stroller, read dinosaur books and eat M&Ms. By the third day he was begging to get in the water too. So yesterday, I put aside all my pride, hopped (more like slowly and painstakingly) put on my 8 year old maternity swimsuit and Austin and I had a great time while the older boys had their lessons. In the changing room, as I came out of the stall in my suit, Zack looked at me critically and said, "Mom, you know your swimsuit is too small. It doesn't fit you. Your belly is ginormous." He was probably referring to the fact that, yes, it is quite tight and if I don't pull my shorts up really high to tuck in the bottom of the swim top, there is a several inches long gap of exposed belly. Those shorts were pulled up so high I think I gave Steve Erkel a run for his money, so I don't think I traumatized anyone. Putting that aside, I told Zack that if he says one more thing about the size of my belly, my arm fat, or anything relating to my size he is in major trouble.
*We went to Cafe Rio for dinner last night. We had been out pricing supplies to re-build our swing set and hunger/swimming exhaustion set in so we went for some food. Derek and I always share a pork salad, he loves it. He was very enthusiastically jamming his fork into the salad and flying the food to his mouth. The third time his fork full of salad, dressing, pork and pinto beans flew off his fork and landed on my lap, I gave up and pushed the food right in front of him so I was out of range.
*As we were leaving Cafe Rio, Matt passed around the spicy mints that come with the meal. We were in the car, everyone was buckling up and I was enjoying my third cup of crushed ice, compliments of Cafe Rio. (It was so good, I filled up all our water cups again before we left, and ate all the ice myself in the car.) Derek was supposed to be getting in his seat belt, but all of the sudden he started screaming. I look back and he has an open mouth full of chewed up mint and pink juice. He mumbled something about it being spicy, spit out! I grabbed a napkin and put it right under his mouth so he could spit into it. I completely underestimated the force with which he would spit. Chewed up shards of mint and thick, pink saliva came flying out of his mouth and landed, of course, all over my face and shirt. I sat there, stunned for a second while Matt laughed his head off. I grabbed some baby wipes and cleaned myself off the best I could, but even hours later, I still found sticky residue on my face. There is nothing like being spat upon to make you humble.
2 comments:
Oh Laurie, I laughed my head off imagining you in your Erkel-inspired swim suit. And, I can relate to the pregnancy comments from the well-intentioned kids. But, now, I am getting, "Mom, how come you still kind of look like you are pregnant?" I hope you are feeling well and enjoying your final stretch!
You are on the final stretch! How exciting! I feel fortunate that my kids haven't given me too hard a time with my size (they have plenty of reason, trust me) but being spit in the face with spicy, sticky, mints is just one moment I hope you'll always remember and laugh. That is hilarious (-ly humbling)!
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