Who ME?

Yes me. I am, apparently, that mom. But then if I didn't embarass myself in public from time to time, there would be a lot less to blog about.

In the latest chapter of, "No You Did Not!" which could also easily be called "Doesn't Your Mama-ness Have A Filter?", I took MRA to his first non-survival swimming lesson. These lessons are at a local YMCA, which, might I add, has an incredible swim team that is competitive at the national level. So clearly, thier instructors have NO idea what they are doing, right?

Now, we just came off a vacation where MRA astounded the parents in the pool of our hotel with his aquatic abilities. We repeatedly received compliments especially after people found out that he is merely been on this planet two and a half years.

See, mad skills:



So I show up at the pool with quite a bit of swagger. I was expecting some oohs and aaahs. I got none.

The instructers took MRA back to a very basic level. I mean basic like sit on the step and put your chin in the water because some kids are scared to put their heads in the water - basic.

After some time, they progressed to making him "swim" holding onto a barbell. Of course, he "swam like a dog with his head up because, well, what else do you do with a bar bell in a pool.

It was about this time that I may have walked over and mentioned that MRA can put his head under water and will swim to you if you stand back.

I was told they were trying to teach him proper form.

And I sat back down.

Then, I had to endure them trying to teach him how to float on his back holding the dumbell across his chest. Of course, he kept trying to sit up because who floats with a dumbell across their bodies. Oh, I was squirming and pacing and mumbling and thinking of what I was going to say to those instructors to get them to JUST STAND BACK AND LET MY KID SWIIIIIIMMMMM like the fish he is.

So, after the lesson, I dressed MRA and then I MAY have made those instructors watch vacation videos of MRA swimming on my phone. And the whole time, I was thinking, "Oh My God, you are so totally THAT mom."

I'm not proud. I made my husband take MRA to class the following week. 

And sow a seed was planted

Its amazing sometimes how things get started. I can directly credit the beginning of this blog to my friend Christie.

It was 2009 and I was pregnant. Five or six months pregnant in fact. We had just adopted Cooper. Actually, we adopted Cooper several months earlier, in fact, we adopted Coop 2 days after we found out I was pregnant (although it had been in the works for weeks.)

As new dog owners, we were still adjusting to the responsibilities. And so it was that we had run out of dog food and jonathan called to ask me if I could stop on the way home. Of course, that afternoon, we had one Florida's famous summer storms and, of course, it started while I was in the pet store.

I came out of PetSmart and it was pouring rain and lightening and thundering. So, what's a pregnant girl who really needs to get home to pee do but throw the 20lb pound bag over the shoulder, take off the shoes and run for it. By the time I got to the car and fished out the keys, I was pretty wet, the dog food bag was soaked and I was in a pretty bad mood.

I finally get home and open the door to this...

When I told Christie the story, she said "You really need to start a blog. I have a feeling between the dog and a baby, you are going to have a lot of good stories going forward."

Well, it took a while but I finally did it. Thanks, Christie!

Hitting the Blog-o-shpere

So here we are. I have jumped on the bandwagon and created my very own blog. Prior to the arrival of the Notorious MRA, I could not for the life of me think what on earth I would blog about. However, in recent months, I have spent much time sending different emails to different people covering much the same info - the life and times of MRA and how Jonathan and I are adjusting.

Well, I can't speak for Jonathan but I can fill everyone in on the rest and what more perfect a place to do so than A BLOG!

I hope everyone will bear with me as I discover the tools of blogging and with a little luck we will be up and running in no time with more MRA stories than one could ever imagine!