Who you callin' out of shape, Grandma? Oh, I guess me.

Yesterday, I received a call from our local aquatic center about their aerobic class. About six months ago, I had an idea to join a aqua aerobics class, but got wait listed. So, as I tried to remember how long ago I wait listed, I found myself agreeing to be at the class this morning at ten sharp.

As, I pulled into my parking space I noticed something, all of the cars surrounding me were Buicks, Cadillacs, and Lincolns. What the hell, where are all of the mini- vans and SUVs?

Not at this class, it was me and the blue-hairs. How hard could this class be? Surely, they'll try to be easy on these folks. WRONG! I got my ass kicked. These sweet older ladies were on fire. We did all sorts of fat burning aerobics and then I heard "get your noodles and weights". So, I followed the queen bee's lead and gathered my weights and noodle and then I heard the instructor say something, I thought I misunderstood. "All right everyone, let's float like we are in a lounge chair and do our 100 sit-ups". WTF? Yes I said 100. I think the noodle slipped under me and I sank a little bit.

The moral to this story is to never ever underestimate the power of our elders, they really can still kick our asses no matter how old they are. And yes, I will be returning to my class on Thursday, that is, if I can get out of my aqua aerobic-induced coma!

Just avoiding the dishes!

As I finished dinner and stared down the dishes, I thought, hmmmm...., I think I should blog.

The munchkin's party went off great, thanks to all the praying we did. We are lucky enough to have family in town so our soirees are usually family ones, with a few lucky friends, whom we've known for ages. It was a nice relaxing evening.

As I type I can hear the little guy singing "Happy Birthday", again. What a mess.

Speaking of mess I better go attack the kitchen, we should've had sandwiches, the warden wasn't home for dinner, damn thawed salmon!

Happy Easter!

Not a very eventful week. In fact,it was a bit BORING! I will not complain, next week will be nutty because the our little monster is turning 3. So let's all say 3 Our Fathers and 3 Hail Marys for GOOD weather for his party.

Other than that, Happy Easter and step away from your kid's baskets, those chocolates are NOT YOUR FRIENDS!

What is that light, Mommy?

Over the weekend, we were at my parents' house past seven o'clock, which for us is a BIG deal. Little Man's bedtime is 8:15, which means at seven we are usually in our house, chillin' out, watching Kipper, and keeping one eye on the clock. I feel like a temp waiting for five o'clock at a crappy job.

Anyway, as the skies grew darker, Munchkin saw a beaming light come through some clouds. It wasn't a plane, it was the moon. He shouted, "Look at that light, Mommy". All I kept thinking was, oh my gosh, my poor child has never seen the moon. I felt like such a bad mommy, like I'd been holding him hostage. It actually reminded me of the movie Blast From the Past ,with Brendan Fraser, the part where he comes out of the bomb shelter and he sees the sky for the first time.

Yes, I did feel a little guilty for keeping the moon away from him, but I got over it. We ended up leaving shortly after his first encounter with darkness and hope that one day he and the moon will reunite, but for the time being, he'll keep mommytime, you know, where it's daylight all the time!

My Kid, the comedian!

My little guy and I weren't seeing eye to eye this evening. Right about 5:30 p.m. he turned into a little whiner. After dinner, we got into the car and he just kept going with the whining. So I turned around and told him I was going to send him to the moon. He replied, in a clear sentence, "No Mommy, it's (the moon) too high". My husband and I looked at each other like, Holy Smokes, that's that's pretty funny! I am happy to report that the munchkin and I are friends again, after his little funny he lured me back in like an bad boyfriend. He treats me like crap, and I fall for his charm, EVERY SINGLE TIME! Oh, the joys of Motherhood!