Fish and Scuba... actually not related for now...

So that’s what stepping barefoot onto macaroni and cheese feels like. I was distracted making airplane noises with the post-lunch wash cloth and squelched it right between my unsuspecting 3rd an 4th toes.

Can kids have too many electrolytes? When Greydon was sick we bought him some individual servings of orange flavored Pedialyte. He hated it and refused to drink them. We don’t give Greydon a lot of juice since it is so sugary, but the other day I saw some individual juice bottles and figured he could handle a treat during lunch. He loved it, I didn’t realize right away it was the orange flavored pedialyte. I gave him another one today. Loved it. Maybe it’s like baby steroids and he will get huge electrolyte infused biceps and a mini-six pack.

We actually had to call poison control the other day, well Kristen did. Men’s deodorant has a design flaw that when you get close to the end of the push up cylinder of freshness the last piece falls out; or maybe I am just a violent and aggressive deodorant user. Anyway, I thought I picked up all of the shattered remains and chunks. I was proven wrong when Kristen found Greydon eating something white. It was thankfully a very small piece that would likely cause nausea at most. But I was surprised to find out how unhealthy the stuff is. I like not offending others with my pits, so I will keep smearing the poison on myself daily. But it is interesting what we have been convinced is normal.

I was not late to Scuba class yesterday. I felt very prepared and smart as I picked up my equipment before class and got it all in my car ready to go. My happy warm feelings started to slip a little as one of our instructors kept talking and talking instead of just teaching. I know I am not a very nice person, but I wasn’t the only one who was getting a little antsy.

At the pool I was one of the first all set up and ready to go only to find out that I had grabbed a tank that had been improperly placed with the full tanks and was very nearly the exact opposite. Luckily one of the instructors, not the one who tends to drone, had an extra tank. By the time we got it all hooked up I was the last getting into the water. I was trying to hurry, all flustered. We got to do a standing entry, just stepping off into the pool. It was pretty straight forward, but feels traditionally scuba to jump in like that. My non-leading leg proved I was more flexible then I thought upon entering the water. I may have to practice that a few more times.

Our “skills” to practice for the night mainly focused on what to do if you ran out of air… perhaps I should have kept the empty tank. It involves hand signals to tell your dive buddy that you are low on air and then you share air until you come up. Now days regulators all have an extra regulator attached for just such an occasion, so it wasn’t necessary to get too buddiesh with your dive buddy, there was no actual sharing of the same mouth piece. After that we got to play around in the deep. So now I can say I have gone off the deep end right? It’s been coming for a while now.

Greydon is doing great. One of Kristen’s cousins comes to watch him here at the house three days a week which is a God send. It’s one of those things that just feels so right that you know someone followed some promptings. It was Kristen’s idea… good thing she was listening. We still need to figure out Mondays and every other Thursday, but we’re getting close.

Greydon is walking with assistance quite well and will pull himself up sometimes. He has even started “cuising” which is walking along the couch as he holds on. This is a newer one, but was something we have been working on. He’s talking up a storm, I’m not sure what language he is using…

UVU started. I have to take a Saturday class this semester because I didn’t want to leave Greydon in daycare any longer than necessary. This last Saturday would have been the first. Kristen had already left for book club and taken Greydon with her. I left with just enough time to spare to get parked and walk to class. But as I was about a block away from the house I knew something didn’t feel right. Sure enough the passenger tire was more than a little low.

I drove over to the tire store where I was told it wasn’t salvageable… Either it was flat the night before as well as I drove home, or four blocks on a flat will kill the tire… Hopefully my not wanting to change a tire in the freezing cold wasn’t the culprit… the tire store is really close… the tire store is really close… the tire store is really close… I keep telling myself as I rock in the corner humming.

I thought I went to where we purchased it, but there was no record of a tire purchase, everything but-- actually, even under the misspelled version of my name. They told me there was enough life in the tread that there may be some money to be saved by finding where it was purchased and making use of the warranty… So the spare went on and I drove down the street to another place I slightly remembered going to in the past. They didn’t even sell that brand. And it took an hour waiting for my turn in the shop to find that out. On the phone we figured out the tires were purchased at a different location of the first place I went, but that there never was any warranty because they are considered low profile. So back over to the first place to save forty dollars on a cheaper tire than the second place offered and another hour meant I was a little poorer and had completely missed my Saturday class. I’m hoping the professor is understanding and likes apologetic emails.

I have been intermittently playing with Greydon while typing this throughout the day. Many of last year’s toys now have batteries that are on their last leg. So now all of the little snippets of music sound like Korean funeral dirges being played on leaky bagpipes.

We just got done playing with his "Go Fish" game. We played by his rules which mainly involves handing a lot of cards back and forth the best I can tell. I think he won. Instead of playing cards the cards have fish cartoons to match. The sea horse is wearing a saddle AND a hat, not so sure about that----I don’t think "Pool Shark" is an official sub class of fish----I wonder if it is possible to draw a hammerhead shark as a construction worker and not make him look like a member of The Village People----whales aren’t fish. Just sayin...