Well, May got started with a "Bang"...

Just a couple of days ago Chris and I had a discussion about something he does that I find extremely irritating and that I wish he would stop. More often than not, I go to bed before Chris and leave him watching some show he's taped about guns, or cars, or some such boring stuff...and when he comes to bed, he has the annoying habit of waking me up in some loud and jarring manner. I'm not sure why he finds this so humorous, considering that I'm LESS THAN FRIENDLY when woken up this way...but for some reason, it never gets old for him. So, last night it was no real shock that after I had passed out on the couch watching "Desperate Housewives" and then dragged myself off to bed, I was awoken by Chris when he joined me around midnight. But for once, he was not doing it for kicks. "Osama bin Laden is dead." he told me. "Are you making a joke or are you being serious?" is what I believe I asked him. (Although that would be the world's lamest joke..but I'm not thinking clearly when awoken from a dead sleep).

I know my first thought was "that's awesome" and Chris told me that people were celebrating outside of the White House. Today, after watching lots of news coverage, I'm feeling like it's a little bit strange to celebrate a death, and yet shouldn't we celebrate the defeat of the Devil himself? I feel glad for all of the families of victims of 9/11 who feel that the main perpetrator has finally been brought to justice. But I'm also now waiting for the other shoe to drop...what's going to happen next? I was just waiting to hear the newscasters mention the word "retaliation" and it wasn't long before I heard it this morning...but wasn't Osama's death the retaliation? Now you're going to retaliate against the retaliation? It never ends. I just wish none of it had ever happened and that Max would never have to know about 9/11. I want his world to be nothing but flowers, puppies,cupcakes,and summer days spent swimming.....

and so, (like they say on "The Today Show" when segueing from a tragic topic to something light-hearted) on a much different note....Max went swimming for the first time yesterday. It was a beautiful day and so we went ahead and declared that Mimi and PopPop's pool was open for business!

First, we had to make a trip to Target for some gear. I let Chris do the honors of picking out some swim-wear for Max, and Max apparently was QUITE happy with the selection.


Then Chris eased him into the refreshing (a nice word for FREEZING) pool water.


Is it just me, or does it look like he's loving it?


Once he got used to the temperature, and got settled into his baby float, he was all about it. That boy is a natural in the water. Look how chill he is. I think it's because I spent the entire summer last summer swimming laps trying to get him to flip from his breech position (I'm going to go ahead and claim that I disproved that particular old wives' tale). He may not realize it, but Max spent more time in this pool last summer than Mimi and PopPop combined.


Anyway, look at him go!


Here's hoping we have a great summer...full of flowers, puppies (or at least Bailey and Lucy), cupcakes, swimming...and peace.