We finally enrolled the boys in swim lessons this February. Most of my mom friends have been doing this for “years” and are now on to soccer and gymnastics with their toddlers. Slow and steady wins the race in my book (at least that’s what I keep telling myself to make me feel better). Plus, that means I would have been in a bathing suit swimming around with Sean at 8 months pregnant and that just doesn’t sound like my idea of fun. If Momma ain’t happy ain’t no body happy. I’m on a roll today.
Anyway, for the first session we got in a bit late (and by late I mean 2 minutes late at 12:02 a.m. Super Bowl Sunday night/morning – when did we turn into these parents?!) and the only opening was on Sunday afternoons at 4. This was not good for several reasons, but most importantly because that meant we had to wake Dylan up from his nap and had to force Sean to nap between 1-3 which is not an easy feat for a 3 and-a-half year old. We learned the hard way that it was better to wake Sean up from a nap rather than not have him nap at all… a ton of screaming, tears, and parents doing that I’m not looking at you but I’m looking at you to see how you’ll handle this look turned into a pretty bad Sunday afternoon early on in the game. Lesson learned. Sean-1, Parents-0. But once we got into a rhythm it wasn’t so bad and the boys are much more comfortable in the water than when we started. We decided to sign them up for the 2nd session (still in progress) and Sean can now put his head under water and I can push Dylan underwater and he pops up like he swallowed a life jacket (life saving? probably not but cute nonetheless).
The boys think the best part of swim class is that they sometimes get a bath in our tub with the “bubble jets” which, to 2 toddlers, is basically the best thing on the planet.
Poor Dylan looks like he’s taking a mug shot, doesn’t he? I swear he has fun! Well, most of the time…
So it’s been a few days weeks since I’ve blogged and honestly I have things from back in March that I haven’t posted about. It’s a strange thing, this blog, because it’s always something that’s just sitting in the back of your mind, reminding you that’s it’s unfinished and in bad shape. It’s important for me to keep it up though because every year or so I have the past year printed into a little book that I’d love to give the boys when they’re older. When they’re talking to each other one day and wonder what in the world their parents did to make them so weird... that’s where this blog comes in. A little reminder of the mostly good stuff that’s happened (when I have time to recap it all!). Blogs are so personal and everyone has a different tone, message and purpose they’re trying to get across. I’m certainly no writer and have no skills to really share (maybe how to cross your eyes or create a totally awesome spreadsheet but that’s where it stops) so a baking, crafting, healthy eating blog is not for me. So I figure since I got to about page 5 in Sean’s baby book and … hmmm… where is Dylan’s baby book?… I might as well try to keep track of our craziness through a blog.
I’m planning to get back on the wagon (back on the bike? back in the seat? how does that saying go?) in very short order. So far I’ve finally put my pictures on the computer from the camera and honestly I think that’s a very good start. Maybe over the long weekend I can tell you about some things we did in March ;) Fingers crossed. But the weather looks like it’s gonna be nice and it would be fun to take the boat out. Or maybe go to opening day of the pool. Well at least I can take picutres and tell you all about it next fall.
The boys have started to watch TV shows together. This was a few weeks ago on a Friday night. They were watching one of those family shows where the kids and parents compete in various games to win a prize. I wonder if I can get John to audition so the 4 of us can compete one day? You know that’s one of the things on my bucket list - playing on Wheel of Fortune. Maybe this would suffice?
