Sarah was trying to have the baby last night. Another trip to the hospital (after she stopped off to have a steak dinner at a nice sit down restaurant of course) they stopped her labor and sent her home again. She said Roy had to get gas and oil for the car before taking her on to the hospital as well.. and she asked him if he wanted to go someplace and get the tires rotated while he was at it. It's just comical. This baby is going to slam in when she's good and darned ready...and I don't think any of us are going to be prepared for the 'real' thing.
We had a nice dinner outside today, and I don't know which was better, the smell of the charcoal coming from the grill, or the hamburgers that Stan fried there. The kids swam all day until about an hour or so ago, then it started to get windy and thundery. So far no storm, but it's still acting like it wants to.
Joel's worrying me with this pool. Both pools actually.. I don't understand it but he wants to put his face right down in the water. In the little pool, it's worrysome because he goes down the slide face first and it takes him forever to come up. I can't help but hover and grab him so he doesn't scare the living hell out of me. In the big pool, he's a literal nightmare.
I've never seen a child do this before. I put his little life jacket on him, he laughs with glee, takes off walking, (the water is only up to his chest - I don't have it all the way full) and then he'll stumble, fall face first, and then float.. face down into the water. The girls will thrash with their hands, kick with their feet to right themselves. Always would... even when they were small and smaller than Joel.
He doesn't. It's like his fight or flight instinct is missing. He will simply float, still inhaling, like he is accepting that he's breathing in water, drowning - Not one ounce of fight, no thrashing, he doesn't even wave his little arms in that water. No leg kicking, nothing. He simply goes with it. I snatch him up, shocked that he's just content to drown and then I start worrying, my God, what if he gets in that water 2 minutes before I can catch him. He'll drown.
I'd say that it must be a boy thing, but I don't ever remember any of my male cousins, or Nick doing anything like that. They too would at least splash, thrash and try to get their heads out of that water. Wierd! I don't trust him one iota. I'm going to get the lil rascal one of those tubes for toddlers that hold them up in the straddle and won't let them go under at all. Until then, he can't get back in the pool unless one of us grownups hold him. What on earth could be the reason the lil guy won't even try to stand up and get his face out of the water like that?
Mikyla and Mallory are spending a lot of time here these past few days. We just know Sarah's gonna go into labor any time now and want to be sure the girls are here when that happens. Right now I've run them into the den, and am taking a quick kid break.
Sarah's gone back home to do something with Roy's dog. He has a Pitt Bull that was trained to hate men running loose up there around their house and his neighbor isn't liking it. I don't think I'd like it much either if I were the neighbor. The dog doesn't care much for men, and Pitt Bulls can be pretty grumpy anyway.
I, myself, don't like it up there around the little ones the way she roams. I wish they'd either put it in a kennel up there, or get rid of it. Bleah! Sarah says.. mom the kids ride her like a dog. I say.. yeah, until she hits PMS or they accidentally stand on her teats then look out! But then I'm a worry wart, she's probably as gentle as a kitten. Even so, I just don't trust Pitt Bulls around small children. I don't know of many who do.
Aha, there's more thunder. I love the sound of it. I think I'm gonna go out on the porch and watch the storm.
Posted by juel at June 20, 2005 08:13 PM