A day in the life of J-Boz

7:20 He wakes up(2 hours later than normal)eats breakfast and is chauffeured to the Y by dad to meet me in the pool for his swim lesson. I am trying to get him to go under so I have goggles and rings. Nope, not happen'n. I spend 20 minutes fetching the rings like a dog. Each time I bring them back he says, "Good job mom." Maybe next time he'll scratch my ears.

He's driven back home where he spends the next 20 minutes hitting the ball in the backyard like he's Babe Ruth or something. No T or anything...pitch, hit...pitch, hit. He will miss occasionally when the pitcher gets all wacky, but I'm not kidding when I say this kid has good hand eye coordination. Sorry- no photos- will add some soon. Dad takes off to golf with his buddies and we pack up!

10:00am In the interest of global cooling we bike to the library, passing the helicopter at the hospital's launch pad and the firehouse on our way to the square for Farmer's Market. We honk our horns at the helicopter, fire truck and innocent bystanders.

He shakes his "bottoms" to the Folk Tale music and digs for pennies in the fountain. Just kidding, there were no pennies.

We ride to the library where they are having the kickoff to their summer reading program. No don't laugh but THE JESSIE WHITE TUMBLERS were there...I was screaming like a kid in a candy store. A throwback to the 80's, the Springfield fair and our hotel swimming pool! He tried to butt in line for popcorn, got his face painted (Can you guess what it is?), made a sun visor, laughed, bounced a little and cried a little.










Also, who needs Disney when we have the Gem Bird and Library Lion to hug?




After a quick bathroom break it was back on our trusty stead to the playground for slides, swings, and such. It wasn't until the past few weeks that he actually would ride a swing. We position ourselves on the seat. He yells, "Push me high, mom!" Woosh- he's off, about waist high, he's holding his breath the whole time. I yell at him to breathe and he screams, "That's too high!" He slows down and screams, "Push me higher mom." Once again has to be reminded to breathe and he yells, "That's too high." Wash rinse and repeat 52 more times. Now, if I can just incorporate a swing into the pool at the Y and he'd have no problem holding his breath!





So we motor on home where we clean up read 2 stories, today it was I Ain't Gonna Paint No More! and There was an Old Lady Who Swallowed a Fly where he gets to jam the animals down the stuffed old ladies neck...How's that for a toy?

When he wakes up we're off to our Park District's paddle boat races. How's that for cheap(free) family fun? Stay tuned!

Answer to the face painting question: he requested a eltrut (answer is backwards)