It's raining hedgehogs & fiddlesticks right now, and I've got the perfect view of the pavement out my basement window. People I meet keep moaning about the "cool summer," but I like it. It's not like I can hang out in the sun all day; my baby's skin is extra delicate but I'm not allowed to put sun block on the Boo because he sucks on every part of his body that comes close to his mouth.

There's nothing nicer than the sound of a summer rainstorm. Makes me want to live in Tenty for awhile.

Our first swimming lesson was today, and we thoroughly enjoyed ourselves. We were not the only baby without a swimsuit (we have one, mommy just forgot to pack it), and I was not the only mommy with visible tattoos. Blake loved loved loved the warm water, and we spent a happy half-hour singing songs, chasing a floating bucket, and practicing our entrances and exits. The one thing Blakers did not do well was blow bubbles: he was too distracted to pay attention to my example, and when his mouth came into contact with the water, he drank it.

It's interesting how competitive you can get around other moms & babies. For some reason, I keep dwelling on this non-bubble-blowing every time I was asked about the class. I could've bragged about his strong, whole-body froggy kicks that threatened to shoot him out of my hands. I could've noted how calm he is in the water, even when the worst kept happening and he splashed water on his face!!! (Oh, the horror when this happens in the bath!) I could've remarked that in contrast to other babies who chase pool toys like slobbering retrievers, Blake chased his bucket with the cool determination we only see in glamorous movies about World War II flying aces. And yet I continually make excuses about his bubble blowing. Obviously I have some mommy performance issues.

One thing I have to remember for myself next time is a big towel and a dry pair of underwear. I arrived to the class with my bathing suit under my clothes, and I had to leave like a porn star. The least sexy porn star in the world, mind you. But there it was.

"I'm too Sexy for this pool. Too Sexy for this pool. So sexy it's cruel."

Today's lesson: it's hard to establish casual friendships with other moms when one's clothes stick to one's chest, one is not wearing panties & most of one is wet.

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- Rocketbride's adventure of 7/07/2004 09:08:00 p.m.