Good morning (almost good afternoon) everyone!
We went to Destin, Florida for a few days, in connection with a meeting I had, and got home last night. I have one more day off to get us caught up on household chores, especially laundry, before I start back.
The weather at the beach was pleasant – a little hot, but the breeze off of the ocean made up for it. I got to play in the ocean for a while late Saturday afternoon. It was the perfect time to go – late enough that we didn’t have to worry about sunscreen, or fooling with chairs or any other paraphernalia besides towels, and late enough that the water had been warmed by the sun all day, making it enjoyable and refreshing instead of numbing. There were a few people around, but not many. Because we weren’t going to be there that long, I left my camera in the room, so you will just have to picture the sugar white sand, with the blue-green turquoise water on your own.
We have been trying to encourage Kayla to be a little braver while swimming in the ocean. We will let her swim in a pool without a life vest with one of us watching her, but she is not quite a confident enough swimmer yet to do the same in the ocean. She does well, but every once in a while, even with the life vest, she starts to panic and when she does, she immediately grabs my swimsuit (often in a place where I would prefer a wardrobe malfunction not occur). At one of those moments this trip, her hand slipped across my back, giving me a scratch. I told her to be careful, she had just scratched my back , and she looked at me and said, “Usually you like having your back scratched.” I started to comment further, but decided to let her win that one on points.
On Friday evening we got ready to go out. She put on a skort and a cute top that matched the new purse she bought with her allowance( to go with the other 10 purses she has that she doesn’t use – can you tell I wasn’t exactly in favor of the purchase?) and began prancing around the room. I asked her what she was doing, and she told me “I’m a professional!” I asked her “A professional what?” She shrugged, answering, “I don’t know.” It didn’t particularly worry her!
One of the things about being a mother is that once your child is able to talk, you are programmed to react automatically every time you hear, “Mom!” We went to see the movie Green Lantern one afternoon, and after we finished we both went into the restroom. A voice floated out from somewhere in the bathroom while I was in a stall that said, “Mom, is that thunder?” Being well programmed, I answered, “No, the theater music is just very loud. Don’t worry about it.” When I went up to wash my hands, Kayla was grinning from ear to ear. “You do know that wasn’t me, don’t you?” Well, no, I didn’t, (the echo made it hard to identify the voice) but I wasn’t going to admit it to her!
Have a good day everyone!