Saved by saved by the bell

Ethan wakes up at 7 a.m. That's much too early for me to wake up so I often ask Ryan to get the child. He has to get ready for work anyway. So I usually wake up at about 7:45 a.m. to find Ethan on the ground, propped against pillows, sipping on milk and intently viewing Saved By the Bell.

I know you are all wondering what kind of mother would leave babysitting responsibilities up to Zac Morris and A.C. Slater. Maybe not the best role models for a young, impressionable child? Well during today's episode Ethan learned something that may prove valuable to him in this world of high-rise apartments and elevators.

Today (well it was years ago; these are re-runs, of course) Zac safely delivered the baby of Mr. Belding's wife (a totally wimpy pusher who had the easiest delivery ever) in a broken down elevator.

Life lesson learned.

Farenheit 104.4

Ethan has already discovered a way to get out of going to church: get feverishly sick every Sunday.

For the last month of Sundays, one of us has had to stay home or we have left church early because Ethan has had a fever. Two days ago, Ethan's body temperature hit 104.4 - an all-time high for the little guy. I'm sure he would rather go to church than feel like that (pictured above - I love how he is trying to smile for the camera but he really doesn't have it in him).

Rules of the pool

Here are some of the seriously lame rules at my apartment's pool:

2. CHILDREN IN DIAPERS (it's in all caps like that) are not allowed in the pool.
Shouldn't we all be a little more concerned about swimming among the little kids without diapers?

6. All bathers must shower prior to entering the pool.
I know this is a common one, but has anyone ever followed this rule?

7. When using the pool, only greaseless suntan lotion should be used, rather than an oil-based lotion.
Can anyone tell me where I can get my hands on some grrreasy suntan lotion?

12. Smoking is permitted in the pool area.
Why is this in the rules? Aren't rules usually things you CANNOT do?

13. Spouting of water, expectoration, nose blowing in the pool, etc., are not allowed.
Ok, I stand behind this rule, but it's kind of funny.

14. BEACH BALLS, TOYS, WHEELED VEHICLES (yes, once again in all caps), etc. created safety hazards. For this reason, they are NOT PERMITTED.
Because we all know that TOYS are a lot more dangerous than SECOND-HAND SMOKE.

16. The use of musical instruments or radios, or other sound-emitting devices without earphones is not permitted in the pool area.
I love swimming with my earphones in.

17. Shirts or robes and appropriate foot wear must be worn to and from the pool area.
I would love to see the person(s) who inspired this rule.

The list goes on and on. It was the same last year and I made sure to break a few of those rules several times, so we'll see if I keep my pool pass the entire season this year.

Congrats Phat

My good friend and bridesmaid Natalie is getting married today and I am sulking in my bedroom at least six states away missing her best day.

New favorite binge item

I go through about three boxes of this a week. It is so good in milk and even better as a snack. And it's a dollar less than the Honey Nut Chex (another fav) at your local Harris Teeter.

Wrong side of the bed

Ryan and I woke up this morning on each other's side of the bed. We are totally perplexed, though I did dream last night that we had to swim through crocodile-infested waters to get to a really amazing ski hill. Could that have something to do with it?

Three strikes

As I fished through my purse at the Target check-out I felt what have become some familiar check-out feelings: embarrassment and annoyance. For the THIRD time in as many months, my wallet wasn't in my purse. So, for the THIRD time, I told the cashier that she would have to cancel my large order (which included some much-needed supplies), because I had no money. And, for the THIRD time, I marched back to my car, drove home and decided not to go back to Target because my impatient (but darling) child absolutely could not handle another trek through Target.
And it's all thanks to Ethan, who, because of an obsession with my credit cards, often pulls them out of my wallet then hides it under a pillow or deep inside a closet.