Ready or not my toddler is coming to play in that pool!!We’re total Olympic freaks in my house. Yup even the toddler I’ve managed to convert. He thinks it’s awesome—look momma that guy is like Mike the Knight (during the archery competition) Look momma that guy swims like the bubble guppies (during the men’s swimming competition) look momma, that girl runs faster, faster then flips like a ninja bam, bam (during gymnastics)
Last night Max and I sat on the couch watching the swimming competition eating a popsicle (like my big ass needed that) He loves water so it came as no shock that he was totally engulfed by the competition. He watching intensely as the camera zoomed in for an underwater shot. Hey look momma that one swims like a fish-like a big fish- is he holding his nose momma? Grandma say you do like this (he holds his nose, takes a deep breath and acts like he’s going under water) And then out of nowhere—momma you see them men in the water? Me: yes. Max: momma they look just like my dada. I looked at Max, looked back at the TV, took a bite of my Popsicle and said
yeah I can see where you might think that. WTF!?
Allow me to break it down: The swimming dues: (mostly white) tall around 6’2 and look as if they have had their bodies chiseled out by Michael Angelo himself. Dada: Mexican, all of 5’5, cut, yet not Michael Angelo reproduced. Yeah. I totally seem where he’s getting the resemblance. I’m starting to think any man who seems “successful” in Max eyes he thinks look like his dada. All cops, all firemen, all doctors, all boxers, all baseball players and yes, even Jesus Christ himself. Sure, I know what your thinking oh it’s just all men, he associates all men with his dada—but nope, he doesn’t. He’s choices in representation are quite comical.
I’m starting to wonder what reminds him of momma. Oh second thought, I’m not even going to engage that conversation—it’s probably best left to the unknown. I think he associations with dada are cute—odd to say the least, but cute. Speaking of swimming can someone please tell me why the 3-year-old was standing in his pool dancing, holding his hands up and saying oh baby, oh baby, oh baby. Eric and I died laughing. God, it was the most hysterical thing ever! I wonder sometimes (ok all the time) what’s going on in that little busy head of his. Or how about last night as I was hanging up clothes and he grabbed one of the plastic hangers held it like a bow and arrow and said, “look momma” and acting proceeded to act as if he was pulling it back and then releasing it.
Max has gotten use to me baking cupcakes and cookies for his class. (think he teacher will miss me much?) This morning as we were walking out the door he stopped in his tracks turned to me and said, “Momma you forgot my class cookies.” It took me a minute. Oh no I said, I didn’t make any. You want to make some tonight for tomorrow we can? Yeah he said. Then it donned on me as I backed out of the drive way, Betty Fucking Crocker. Maybe that’s what he associates me with (not that he knows who or what Betty Crocker is) but hey, I’ll take it! Every likes Betty Crocker’s stuff right? S-c-o-r-e!
Now if I can just keep the cookies out of my hands and more importantly out of my mouth!