ohmygod!

Owen likes to scare the bejeezus out of me. He thinks it is hilarious when I suck in my breath and screech "ohmygod! what are you doing?!"

I don't think it's as funny as he does.

I especially didn't think it was very funny when today, while we were playing outside with Nefi and the new nanny Chelsey, he decided it would be fun to not only squeeze his head through the bars of the gate to the pool in our apartment complex, but it would be even more fun to squeeze his whole body through and run towards the pool.

This wouldn't have been quite so terrifying if that particular gate had been unlocked, and if I hadn't had to sprint at mach speeds to the other gate all the way on the other side and frantically try to remember the code, open the gate, and rush to my child before he dove headfirst into a giant pool with no floatie and no one else nearby to save his butt.

My heart pounds even now, hours later, remembering my terror and his glee.

I know this isn't the last time he's gonna do stuff like this to me. But I will document it all, so when he's older and I need him to do things like fix my back porch or weed my garden I will have some material to pull from in case he needs a good guilt trip to get the work started.

:)