For some reason, I'm putting a lot of pressure on myself to write something profound. Or profoundly funny. Or both. I guess it could be because BlogHer is so close and I want my front page to be full of awesome! writing! when people I meet there visit. Or it could be that it's Monday. Or that I'm between jobs and the most profound thing I've done all day was combining a manufacturer coupon with a store coupon, thus getting two, count 'em, two dollars off my baby wipes. I should probably just go to the kitchen and bake something.
I did manage to drag poor Marcus and Dean to Target, where I bought the most amazing control-top pantyhose I've ever owned and scored some beach toys for 48 cents. (It should be noted that I will probably ruin the pantyhose the first time I try to put them on and should, therefore, have bought two pairs. Alas.) Then we came home and entertained ourselves by presenting Dean with a big bowl of spaghetti for lunch and watching him slurp noodles. (It's the little things, folks.) I'd like to be able to report that we've been outside frolicking in the warm summer breeze, but A) there's no breeze in Alabama in July and B) it's hot, y'all. Every Sunday, I wake up and wonder if there would be a good day that week to hit the zoo. Then I go outside to get the paper and I have a heat stroke and decide that if it's this hot at 6:30am, there's no way any of us will survive a trip to the zoo unless we can go at midnight. (Unfortunately, they're not open then.)
We find different things to busy ourselves with indoors. Sometimes it's family Play-Doh tournaments, other times it's me reading cookbooks and suggesting I make fun new desserts, only to have Marcus say, "I'd rather just have the chocolate thing." (the chocolate thing being this) Sometimes we throw Dean into the bathtub to "swim" because he refuses to go into his blow-up pool on the deck. "Nope. Hot," he whispers when we ask if he wants to go swimming outside. Our library doesn't do story time in the summer, which seems very silly to me. I mean, wouldn't that be the ideal time to do story time? When the little darlings aren't in school and need intellectual stimulation in the form of literacy-building activities??? ?? Dean and I did take a free Kindermusik class a couple of weeks ago. Aside from the fact that they spell music with a K (SUCH a pet-peeve of mine), it was ok. Unfortunately, it was JUST ok. We mistakenly got put into the 6 months to 2 years class when I think Dean would have liked the 2-4 year old class a lot better. He had a pretty good time, but a lot of the exercises were just not active enough to hold his attention. If they do another free demo day, we'll go and try again, but I definitely want us to TRY again before we commit to 6 class sessions at nearly $10 a pop. I wish we had a Gymboree around here...
Dean will be going back to Mother's Day Out this year. We've got him signed up for Monday, Wednesday and Friday. He had such a great time last year and blossomed so much with the extra (and different) attention. I think it's good for him to have a break from me and I think the structure this provides is excellent. He's on a schedule that works well, he gets lots of social interaction and, probably most importantly, they are just better at arts and crafts than I am. He brought home some super-cute creations last year that I'd look at and go, "Man. I have a Master of Fine Arts degree and there's no way I could have thought to do that." The Mother's Day "let's make a baby food jar into a lady bug" project was our favorite with the "Christmas wreath made entirely out of your child's handprints" coming in a close second. Here at home, a craft project usually consists of Dean making monkeys with his rubber stamps until he gets bored and does a face-plant onto the ink pad. (You should see his nose-print art, though.)
This is going to be a weird week, I can already tell. Next Wednesday is Marcus's 40th birthday, then Thursday I leave for BlogHer (ohmigaaaaaaaaaaaaah), Marcus's show opens and we get one week closer to back-to-school. Maybe we'll try to squeeze in that trip to the zoo. Or maybe we'll just be weenies and go to the movies. If I were a bettin' girl, I'd put money on the movies.