I haven’t posted much for over a week. I’ve been working on some other projects, and I guess blogging fell to the bottom of the list.
I just haven’t been feelin’ it either. Maybe it’s the realization that summer’s almost over. We’ve lost over an hour of daylight in the last month. I love those long summer evenings when the sun is out until 10 o’clock. Now that that they’re so quickly fading away, I feel like I have to squeeze every last drop out of what’s left of the sunshine and warm days. Remember the summers of your childhood that seemed to go on and on? If only time moved as slowly at 33 as it did at 13.
Or maybe it’s too many late nights watching the Olympics. I could not go to bed last night until I was sure Misty May-Treanor and Kerri Walsh won the gold. And am I the only one who couldn’t hold back the tears a few nights ago when they cut away to Shawn Johnson’s mother sobbing in the stands after her little girl finally won a gold medal? I actually had to get up and get a Kleenex.
David’s been watching the Olympics with us. This is the first that’s he’s been old enough to really watch. He’s been especially fascinated with swimming and gymnastics.
“Who is that?”
“What’s he doing?”
“Swimming in a race.”
“He goes fast.”
“He goes very fast. He’s won a lot of gold medals, because he’s the best swimmer in the world.”
“When I grow up I want to swim fast, and win a gold medal. But I have to bring my floatie.”
Watching women’s swimming David noticed that some of the swimmers we’re, well, a little more athletically built than others.
“Mommie are they all girls?”
“Yes, it’s women’s swimming.”
“Is that a girl?”
“And that’s a girl?”
“No. That’s a man.”
“No honey, they’re all girls.”
“She doesn’t look like a girl.”
“Well, it’s hard to tell when their hair is under those caps.”
“No. She just doesn’t look like a girl.”
Later during the same event:
“Mommie do you want to go there?”
“Yes, I think it would be fun to go to China.”
“No there. Do you want to go there.”
“Do you mean swim in that big pool?”
“That would be fun wouldn’t it?”
“You could swim with those other girls, and Daddy and I could watch you.”
“I’m pretty sure I’d break a world record. Slowest ever Olympic time in the women’s 200 meters.”
Then after watching the gymnastics vaulting competition David announced, “I have to learn how to do five somersaults and land on my feet!”
The next day he carried his old crib mattress out to the living room and placed it in front of the ottoman. He started doing flips off the ottoman on to the mattress.
“What on earth are you doing? You’re going to break your neck!”
“No I won’t. I have a mattress.”
“You could still get hurt.”
“But I have to practice landing on my feet.”
Well, next week launches us full swing into election season with the Democratic Convention starting on Monday, followed up by the Republican convention the week after. David should give me plenty to blog about after he watches some of that.
Remember this conversation about Barack Obama? David still doesn’t believe me.