Good Good Good....good vibrations

Today we headed out for the official first of many pool days of the summer. Up until now the weather has been...well, freaky. Hot one day, snowing the next kind of freaky. But it finally looks as though summer is here. Floyd was into it. Note how cool and calm he looks. He la-oved the pool. I would have stayed in longer were it not for the sun, being so hot and all. Some of my greatest memories are of time spent at Grandpa Z's pool with my best friend Jeffrey Rasmussen -aka Monkey -see linked blogs. We would ride our dirt bikes down the hill to swim, make forts out of the deck chairs, and eat frozen snickers bars my Gramps always had stock piled. Then when we were finished we would slowly ride our bikes up the big hill, hoping that one of our neighbors would give us a lift.

Floyd seems to love the water thus far. He was able to float on his back with me supporting his head, and put his face in the water without too much drama. Learning to swim is a major milestone of childhood. It only takes one bad experience to spoil it for years.  Any suggestions from those who have gone before me in the "teaching kids to swim" game?

The Haps

Well Bright Horizons has been a great place for Floyd. He loves all of his buddies, and his girlfriends (Kristin, Karly, Kagari, Jennifer, and Alisha), but just as everyday the FLoydster changes and develops into a person, so does the world around him. He has a few friends move on from Bright Horizons. Kristin-pictured above- is getting married against Floyd's wishes and moving to "somewhere in middle America." We will miss her, but wish her all the best. 

Floyd is developing quite a personality. He loves to smile and beanie hats like his mom.

This last weekend was the "Little Red RidingHood" bike ride in Cache Valley. This is the third time Magan and I have done it together. This time mom came along too. Mugs and I completed 62 miles, and mom about 56.  Mom was checking out the women of various ages and sizes at the start line and she decided she could beat most of them, so she abandoned her plan for a conservative and respectable 46 miles about 20 miles into the ride! Good job mom, ya nut.

Magan got to spend some time with the Floydster. And she tried to get me to let him come home with her. Floyd loves his aunt Magan. Magan gave Floyd a little manicure while we made mix CD's of Barbara Streisand and Billy Ocean for Mugs' ride back to Boise.

I am lucky to have a sister like Magan. She is so level headed and practical. She has a very calming presence and can see the bright side in any situation. She always helps me to see the big picture, and choose my battles. She kept me from killing my husband several times over the weekend.

Floyd started off his week with a trip to the pediatrician's office for his 6 month vaccinations. He is a whopping 16 lbs!!!, or about the 50th percentile for weight. He has been dwarfed by his buddies; little big joe cooley, and olivia jones who are younger than him, but his head is about 75th percentile. So you know what that means...he is a SMARTY pants. If you notice in the first picture he is currently an "independent sitter." Yep- milestone-. Speaking of which he also tried pureed ham and gravy tonight. He seemed to like it, though I could scarcely stand the smell myself.

My Boys

Well this is it. The last night of my Graveyard shifts. It has been a trying month for the JonesZees family unit. We could not have done it with out all the support from our friends and family. Rob's Mom and Lanny were invaluable to us when then they out a few weeks back. Grammy Beyer has stepped up and babysit the dude on a whim and helped clean up the house. Grams and Gramps Z helped out with encouragement and a few nights out on the town for dinner at, where else, Market Street. And of course all of my friends and family on the blog circuit offering support, praise, and entertainment.

My boys had another weekend together. They are a pair. FLoyd lights up when his dad walks in the room. Rob insists that he has been saying "dadda", but I remind him that last week the boy was saying "mamma.' I swear! He is advanced for his age.

Floyd and Margot

My Brotha turned 30 today, and we finally got the kids back together. Floyd was digging little Margot, and liked to play with Uncle Matt's hair.

2 nights of night float left......

I tried to sleep all day, but I woke from my deep sleep ala ear plugs and mask with Rob and Floyd in my face. Daddy saying "are you awake yet?" 

Mom, "well I am now."

Daddy, "I need to go on a bike ride, can you take him? You got him? Bye."

Rob had the boy up and dressed and was walking boy walking around the block by 7:30 am. They had a boys day, checking out rocks and hot tubs for the backyard.  He is a good dad.

My Picasso

4 more nights.........

Here is my little Picasso. He is currently in his Blue period, focusing on more abstract ans surrealist themes. His greatest influence is of coarse Pablo Picasso. His first art show is on June 5th. His work is quite striking, if he does not eat all the paint before it hits the canvas.

Memorial Day Weekend

Mom was on call all weekend, so it required that dad do some babysitting.  Floyd was psyched to hang out with daddy. He also decided to work on a few teeth. He was a bit of a grumperoo...with good reason. Teeth hurt, the dentist is always loads of fun for everyone. 
Floyd had a few quality naps with Dad, and then went on a few shopping errands.
Here is the Dude trying out a backpack at REI to get ready for summer hikes. 
We also went shopping for furniture. Floyd was a good little shopper and tested out the chairs for the final approval.  So I have 5 days of nights left. Help me out by posting everyday so I have something to look forward to in the middle of the night.

the poser

the dude has a pose, the straightened arm, extended behind him. he does it all the time. here he is in his high chair before dinner or sweet potatoes, mush, and BANANAS! This arm has stood in the way of the boy making and completing a roll-over. The arm makes it impossible to dress him, and to get him in his car seat.  He does it when you hold him, or when he is in his jumperoo. What a nut.

see arm out stretched... always. see earlier pic.
I threw the last one in because he is such a cutey. It was yellow day at school today so the boy wore he WakeForest Demon Deacons shirt.
I have been haunted by what happened to my friend's baby. There was a horrible accident, that really could not have been prevented.  My heart is with her and her husband as they cope with the loss of their daughter as they new and loved her. I have holding FLoyd a little longer, kissing him more, and thanking God for everyday I have with him. Rob is the love of my life, and Floyd is the most beautiful manifestation of that. Hug, love, kiss your family and pray for little Lucy.