What do you do when life hands you lemons?

...if you are Peter, you eat them!

I was trying to get dinner ready one evening and as usual Peter is always right there under my feet. I don't know if it is because he is getting hungry, or tired or just needing mom, but that is his usual spot when I am trying to get dinner ready. He often plays with the Tupperware or the pots and pans and I can actually get dinner ready but this evening his normal distractions were not working. I happened to be using lemons for dinner so I said here, try this...and he loved it! Every once and awhile he would get a big taste of lemon and make that sour face, but he kept right on chomping away until dinner was ready!

That's my Boy!

Let me preface this post with a little information on Peter. He loves balls. Not that I have pushed them on him I have tried to give him a variety of toys to play with but he has a definite preference to balls. He has this little basketball that I got him that he will play fetch with by himself forever and he never gets tired of it. What can I say-he's all boy! :)

Ok, so we went to Target on Friday to pick up a few things for Alan's yearly school picnic and I went to try on a few shirts I found on sale so Alan and Peter took off together to go find some bubbles. So when I am done I go to find them and when I do Peter is sitting in the cart holding this big blue ball like his life depends on it. This is how our conversation went....

D* Oh, so you decided to get Peter a ball, that will be fun at the picnic.

A* Well, I didn't have much of a choice.

D* What happened? (chuckling)

A* Well we were looking for the bubbles and we walked past the big cage with all the balls in it and I said look Peter, a ball. And I pulled the blue one out and gave it to him. Once I found the bubbles and tried to go put the ball back Peter had a total meltdown! (with bewildered look on face)

D* I see (now laughing)

A* He screams every time I try to take it away, even if it is to help him sit up because he has fallen to the side of the cart because the ball throws him off balance.

D* Well, looks like we are getting him a new ball then.

Cost of ball $2.00. Lessen learned and hours of enjoyment for Peter-Priceless!

Swimming

We have a membership to the YMCA, which I really need to use more than I do....but I did at least sign Peter up for the "Shrimp" swimming class this month and that has been fun. It it very low key, mainly just getting them used to the water and splashing around, not that that has ever been a problem for Peter, but it is good for him to interact with the other kiddos. Alan came last week and took some videos and photos, please ignore the pregnant white lady in pink and white. :)

Peter doesn't really get the whole kick your legs and swim with your arms that they keep trying to teach but he is the best back floater and he never cries so I guess that counts for something!
This is Peter's favorite game-jumping in the pool. He gets such a kick out of it. But I am still not sure it is a great thing that he is so comfortable jumping in the pool....As long as I can keep him focused on the lights and sing to him he just lays there like he is comfortable as can be. He isn't very buoyant though which if anyone has ever held him I am sure they will not be surprised there, so we will really have to work on him floating on his own without me holding his head.

Happy Boy!

Good Day

Yesterday was a good day. Alan did not have class or have to work in the OR, it was his one day break between semesters and it was so nice to spend the day with him. We were at Target looking for him a pair of black flip-flops, which surprisingly is harder than it would seem, and we had split up to look for something else. When they came back to me Alan said "see Peter there's mommy" and he just lit up in smiles and got all excited which I just love. But it gets better apparently after I left Peter actually started saying Momma and looking around for me and as Alan is telling me this Peter points to me when Alan asked where momma was. It just melted my heart. He says momma all the time but never really in context. So needless to say I almost teared up in the lock aisle in Target!

It was like he was saying...

and some days you just really need to hear that!