Big fun
Tomorrow is our Friday because we're all taking the actual Friday off and going to San Francisco. I'm not sure yet what we will do since it is just going to be a quick day trip. But whatever we do it will be better than being at work.
On Saturday we are taking Dax to My Gym. I can't wait! I think he's really going to enjoy it. I'm hoping to be able to take some pictures of the fun. Cat is going to be there, too. Something tells me he isn't going to enjoy it as much. I'm pretty sure words like "group activity" and the promise of singing and dancing aren't going to appeal to him.
I also just signed Dax up for his first swimming lessons but they don't start until May. There is NO WAY Cat will be joining us for that. "Water" is above "group activities" on the list of things he dislikes. The only things worse would be being attacked by dogs or dropped from a great height. So....yeah.
Today Dax and I were doing some shopping at Target. He was being all super- cute and charming, waving at total strangers and saying, "Hi!" in his most outgoing and cheery voice. We saw several pregnant women and I found myself wishing that I were one of them. I mean, just look at my adorable and sweet son. Why not have another one?
Just then Dax decided that he'd had quite enough of being in a shopping cart. He started thrashing around as if I was applying red-hot pokers to his chubby little arms and legs. Because I failed to respond IMMEDIATELY, he let loose with a scream that threatened to melt the paint from the walls. One of the pregnant women stopped in her tracks with a terrified look on her face that seemed to say both, "Ohmygod. What have I done? Is it too late to get out of this?" and "Swear to me right now that YOU will NEVER procreate again."
Fortunately, he went back to being cute before I could schedule an appointment to have my tubes tied.