Summertime is happening! I mostly know this because I am showering at a closer-to-normal-person rate on account of I’m sweating my balls off over here. Maryland summers are like living in an atmosphere of butter. Shit is gross.
I gotta let you guys in on something in my life that is also sweaty. Fit4Mom’s Stroller Strides class. I’ve been a member for over a year, but in the last few months I’ve finally gotten motivated so I’m like, trying. Which is still very new and very weird for someone who, upon being informed in middle school gym class that we were starting a unit on cross country running, stood up and proclaimed “I do not run across my street, let alone my country,” then pretended to have my period for three weeks. I’ll post more about this later, but let me just say that I’m so in love with everything about this class. Even the burpees.
But back to summertime. August and I are tearing through this mother. Beach? Check.
Ice cream? Check. Farmers Market? Check.
Awkward tan lines? Check. We went to Ocean City, MD last week with my family and had a blasty-blast. August played in the sand, discovered wet sand and was ecstatic, ran away from waves, and said “HI!” to every person trying to sunbake in peace. We spent lots of time on the boardwalk, ate crabs, rode some rides, and ate a ton of things that were bad for us and fried and dipped in sugar.
His latest verbal thing is saying my name in the middle of exclaiming something.
Want something? “Pease, Mama, pease!”
Don’t want something? “No, Mama, no!”
Excited about something? “Yay, Mama, yay!”
Want a bite of something? “Aaaah, Mama, aaaah!” (with his mouth as wide as he can get it)
Walking around OC with funnel cake, french fries, popcorn, donuts, and other goodies that are going to make my ass jiggle for the next month, I heard a whole lot of the latter. And I’m so thrilled, because August has been treated for a speech delay since he was 12-months old, but has had an explosion of language in the last month. He’s repeating everything (I’m so lucky he says “sit” and “shit” exactly the same) and his vocabulary is expanding so fast. Over the last year, I’ve heard little things from him, small words here and there. It was usually the first sound of a word, so if he wanted a ball, he would say BAAA and if he wanted me to open a box, he would say OOOH.
It’s been a year of waiting to hear his voice outside of tiny snippets, little soundbites. Hearing him say, “Hiiiii, Mama!” when I come to get him from his crib in the morning, or hearing him make the effort to say BA-NANA instead of NANA, or watching him sing along and dance to a song he likes or “read” me a book he knows by memory is just a whole bunch of the greatest things ever. He’s still behind for his age, but I’m finally hearing his words in his voice and I. Will. Take it.
We have a little stream that is a short walk from our house, and one of my goals this summer is to make use of it. Walk August and Bea down there in the morning with a blanket, towels, and a packed lunch, and spend the day cooling off from the I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter-air. Part of finally entering a period in my life I would describe as “active,” means I no longer have a violent reaction to walking short distances, and I even have less hatred of nature and dirt. So I can do things like take advantage of the fact that we basically have a free pool, that I never have to clean, that is just a ten-minute walk from my front door.
I hope you’re all having amazing summers. I’m going to make an effort to post something summery we do each week, so check back soon. And let me know what you like doing with your tiny humans in the hot months, so every week isn’t titled “We Ran Through My Neighbor’s Sprinkler While He Was At Work and Now All His Grass Is Dead.”