So, I am addicted to this show called John and Kate Plus 8... I guess that misery loves company, because when I am up late nursing my little fatty, it sure makes my aching nipples seem a whole lot more bearable when compared to this woman's daily battle. Gavin thinks that this woman is insane...and she probably IS. I mean 8 kids, with 6 of them under the age of 4...yikes. So, the point of my blathering on about this quirky TV show, is that I copied something that they do. We started doing "dates" with our kids, with the point being to get to know them better personally, instead of just as a family unit. Gavin took Dalton for a daddy-son date. They went to an amusement park in Salt Lake called "Boondocks" I have never been there. To be honest it sounds like my definition of Hell, but they LOVED it. There was miniature golf, bumper cars, laser tag, and all other forms of adrenaline filled games. To bad it WAS a daddy-son date, because that insures that I have ZERO pictures from the date. But they tell me that they had a blast. Lots of treats, and grease and a super late bedtime, so Dalton pretty much thought that he had hit the mother load. Although, to be honest these guys do NOT really need a daddy-son date, since every day of their lives is pretty much just that. They are joined at the hip, and wherever Gavin is, Dalton is about 2.5 inches behind. But it was nice for them to have even MORE fun together. So, for MY date with sis, she wanted to go swimming with me at the pool. Lucky me...now don't get me wrong, I am thrilled to have a mommy-daughter date, but in the pool, one month after having a baby, does not sound like MY idea of a good time. But, it is HER date, and she gets to pick the activity. She was stoked. And I was stoked that she was stoked. Is there anything better for your self-esteem than your kid thinking that you are cool? Well, I couldn't let her down. I realized, when I got to the pool, something really sad. I am SO NOT FUN...I admit it. I have given myself comfort in this fact by saying "Gavin is the fun one". It's true. Mom makes the kids eat their vegetables, Dad takes the kids for ice-cream afterwords. Mom makes the kids take a bath, and dad reads them stories afterwords. Dad makes forts with the kids with EVERY stinkin blanket AND pillow in the house, and Mom makes them clean it up afterwords. Dad double bounces the kids on the tramp and mom yells that he is bouncing them too high. OK, this is almost making me mad as I write it because I see how really UN-FUN I am...argh!!! So, I tell myself... "If it weren't for me they would be sleep-deprived, cavity-infested, brain-dead, dirty little kids with no manners and...oh, who am I kidding- they'd probably be the happiest kids in the world!" Oh well. I function best with a tight ship. So, back to swimming. I had to remember how to have fun (as a kid...I mean MY idea of fun would have been an Oprah magazine and a cold drink by the pool with a foot massage on the side) But we are talking about Shelby's special day, not mine...so dang it, I have to remember how to PLAY! She looked at me and I said "What should we do?" She replied "Let's get in the water". So we got in the urine and chlorine infested waters. Once I had committed myself to going in, I thought "What the Hell, I am going to give it my all!" And to do it, I kept thinking, "What would Gavin be doing?" So we played tag, and when she lept in to the freezing water fountain, by gosh, so did I. She was shocked. When she dove under the water, so did I! The other moms were lounging by the pool side, dipping their perfectly pedicured little toes in the water as I bounded through the pool like Orca the whale on the hunt for the little fish. They looked at me like I had lost my mind...my boobs practically leaping out of my suit, filled to the brim with milk for the next feeding. After a few rounds of tag. We moved on to fetch, where I threw a water toy and Shelby pretended to be a dog and catch it. I have to admit that this one was a bit easier for me. I got to stay stationary for a while. But not too long. Next we went to the deep end where I got to throw her in to the air over, and over and OVER again, until my arms ACHED. Then she rode on my back through the water. Next, we got hot dogs, fries, and fruit-by-the-foot...oh yum. I have to say that I have new appreciation for the work that Gavin puts in to being "fun". I will also say that I am ticked at myself that I have not been more fun in the past. Shelby held my hand as we left the pool and said "Mom, we're best friends, right." Could there be a better reward than that?