The neighborhood pool opened this weekend, so we got James in his suit and headed down there. The water was incredibly cold at first, but eventually felt pretty good. James wore his little floaty-vest, but was still unsure about being in the water. He spent most of his time in the water clutching tightly to the neck of Mommy or Daddy. He did really enjoy a puddle beside the pool, though, and that gave Mommy a chance to swim on her own a little. Next weekend, the neighborhood association is having a you-kill-it, they-grill-it pool party - somebody will set up a grill and cook whatever the people bring. Within reason.
James has a couple of molars coming in, and they occasionally cause him some irritation. This might just be coincidence, but he is also a lot more fussy about sitting down to eat. Could be the teeth, could be the proverbial terrible twos starting early, we don't know. It's a problem, whatever is causing it. Meals take twice as long, and James does a lot of crying and throwing food around. The previous tactic of watching Veggietales doesn't even work anymore. Hopefully we can think of something. Maybe we can find another magic video. Maybe he'll just eventually realize that food is yummy. If any of you have ideas, please share.
The Veggietales don't work for eating anymore, but they have taught James to sing. He doesn't know all the words, but he knows the tunes of such great works as "Where is my Hairbrush?," "The Cheeseburger Song," and "If it doesn't have a tail it's not a monkey." He sings about every fifth word and hums the rest, and he's learning more words to sing every day. Mommy is thinking about composing songs for everything we want him to learn from now on. What sort of tune goes with "Don't eat that; that's the cat's hairball"?
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