Z-Monster Bit Me

Have managed to increase the amount of Son-time given the recent holidays, and am happy to report that he has been attending Little Gym with increased regularity since I subcontracted that job to The Maid and has also recently attended his first swimming class. One to one - the only way to have a safe and proper swimming class when the student is 2.5 years old and still not very clear about where the pavement ends and the swimming pool begins.

So can you tell me how my son is progressing, I asked the swimming coach. Also, is he your youngest student to date?

The poor guy looks at me, mentally rolls his eyes and says, look it's too early to tell how he is doing since we only just had our first class. He is not the youngest student I have - the first one is 1.5 years old (SHIT!!!) but he is the youngest student I have in this estate. [Subtext: So are you happy now please let me go home you pushy pushy woman]

Have also been spending a fair amount of time reading to him in the evenings, although sometimes it is tough going. There is a Dora's World Adventures book that I bought for him more than 3 weeks ago, which I still haven't read to the end yet, and not because he keeps falling asleep. It's because I keep falling asleep while I'm reading it to him. One moment I'm jabbering some nonsense about Dora being in France and looking for the Eiffel Tower, and then the next moment .... I wake with a start, realising that I've fallen asleep, and then I see the little fat face of The Son, still staring at the book, still patiently waiting for me to continue reading.

Two nights ago, Dora made it to Africa before I fell asleep again, then woke up and subcontracted the remainder of the book to The Husband.