Monday, August 3, 2009
So, on Saturday, Eli and I went down to the beach to see my very oldest, dearest friend Brittanie. Brittanie was my very first friend and I sort of adopted myself into her family because they went out to eat at cool places a lot and were kind enough to take me with them. Eli got to play with Indie in between trying to drown himself in the ocean; she was rather disgusted-as most girls are- by his eagerness to immerse himself, first in nasty water and then in dirty sand. But then they watched Jungle Book together while we enjoyed a hamburger with the whole Wilson family and that was good. I love these people and it was so fun to pretend like I was a kid again with them.
Also, Eli thinks that he is Michael Phelps.
We were at the pool the other day and I asked him if he wanted to jump in all by himself, as I was not planning on getting wet. He looked at me all nervous like, and said in a shaky voice, "Yeah..." I laughed and told him that he didn't have to if he didn't want to. Then, he started to count to three and he just jumped. What a champ. My kid rocks.
Sometimes, it is really hard to keep up with a kid who thinks he is so invincible. But I am pretty sure it will pay off in the long run. And let's be honest- I want tough kids; I am tough, so they have to be tough. We are going to go cliff jumping and snowboarding and motorcycling together and there is no whining about being scared allowed.