Evening Adventures

This week we are enjoying some evening swim lessons. In fact, tonight B jumped off the diving board for the first (through eighth) time! We are having so much fun swimming. Frankly, it's the only time I kind of forget that I'm pregnant...except when I longingly look at the diving board... Anyhow, in order to persuade B to leave the pool I have to promise him some quality time with Dada. A.K.A. rough housing. So when we get home the rowdiness begins...

B has the TIME OF HIS LIFE rough housing with Ryan. They are both worn out by the time I get dinner on the table. Ahhh, works out nicely for me...

Last night, for some strange reason unbeknownst to R and me, B started calling Ryan "Big Red Rock." Ryan, buying in, began calling B "Little Red Rock." In some sort of moment of lacking judgment R, joking with me, called me "Big Red Mountain." Yep, I am THAT large! It was funny...except that B picked up on the joke and started calling me Mountain as well. Fortunately that joke died last night, but you can imagine my horror believing that it could possibly stick.