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Big girl panties

Tonight I was the biggest big girl of all the big girls.

I took my son to the pool by myself…High five for Mummy!

M’s been working these last 2 nights and this was something we would usually do as a family. Last night I chickened out. But last night I did make V wear training pants to bed (which happily resulted in a break of the wet-bed syndrome from the last few nights). So while I chickened out on the pool front, I totally had a parenting win on the training pants front.

Tonight I pulled up those big girl panties, sucked it up and put on my bikini and hit up the YMCA with V. Alone. ALONE. Did I mention the alone part?

So alone.

And so into the pool we went, accompanied by an ear-piercing scream. I literally had 2 more holes in my ear-lobe post-entrance.

And then? Things were all fine. We kicked and paddled around for a few minutes and then headed over to the wading pool. It comes up to the middle of V’s chest and has a huge waterfall umbrella thing that you can duck under right in the middle of the pool. It’s maybe 10 feet or so in diameter and the water is a wee bit ripply. V is both fascinated and appalled by it.

Today he started off fascinated. We waded all around and then I went under the fountain and stood in it’s ‘shade’.  And then V walked in all by himself. This in itself was a huge high-five. And then he went out and did another lap of the wading pool. And with each successive lap he got lower and lower in the water. Until he was frog marching around and shouting “Mummy too Mummy too!!!!!”.

I did not join in the frog marching in 18 inches of water.

Several times during this ‘marching’ he sort of tried to swim.

I know!! He’s freakin’ fearless!I guess it’s fair to say that he continued fearless and was not appalled at all.

And during those times? Yes Fran, I was right behind him. And I only made eye contact with the Life Guard a million and one times. Apparently we were the hot spot attraction of the pool this evening.

We just finished 2 weeks of lessons at the Y. And I feel like he needs to go back immediately and get right into those lessons where they force your child to learn how to float and kick and paddle. Because literally he pushed us both away when we are swimming with him.

I believe that he really thinks he can just kick lightly and propel himself all over the pool. It’s frightening to watch. And I should know as I have watched it numerous times.

This little independent 2 year old is serious. Serious about doing everything by himself.

It’s enough to give one a heart attack every freakin’ day of the week.

See what I mean about those big girl panties? Mine were totally pulled up to my waist… and my stubborn lip was stuck out and maybe quivering a little bit.

I watched him voluntarily put his face under water and try to ‘swim’ so many times that what started off as “Good job Sweet pea!” ended up as “Oh. You’re doing that again?”.

Great. Just great, I thought calmly while V ‘swam’ again for the billionth time.

M and I are so having a chat tomorrow about more swimming lessons…

Before Little Man drives himself to the pool and takes a dip.

Sanity please!

xoxo a.m.

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Summertime (a la Dad)

Summer of Dad has commenced.

This means there will be copious amounts of sunscreen used, lots of dirty socks (when those are worn at all), extremely messy hair and a haphazardly cleaned house.

Today was an exceptionally busy day for everyone. M had to work at Disney early. The boys had their first swimming lessons this morning. I had a doctors appointment, quickly followed by V having his 2 year check on the complete opposite side of town. So there was a lot of frantic driving around and quick phone calls containing hurried shouted instructions.

“Make sure he’s clean, you know, down ‘there'”

“Please dress him cutely”

“Snack!!! He needs a snack!!!”

Ok, so most of the shouting was regarding V. And it wasn’t that loud of shouting, maybe more of a brisk chatter. And it was mostly me directing my  ‘chatter’ at M. You know, since he is clearly not an adult and can’t doing anything by himself without my direction.

Swimming lessons went very well. V learned how to blow bubbles, kick and jump to Daddy on the count of 3.

My doctor’s appointment went very well too.

And so did V’s. Extremely well, in fact. V is almost 3 feet tall, weights 32 lbs and is quite the charmer. And, also to my delight, has a language level of a 3 year old. How wonderful is that!! I was delighted to hear that.


He is stringing words together at a higher level than she expected him to be and his vocabulary was a lot larger as well.

M and I did a total parental high-five over the phone while I was relaying all of this to him.

We (that would be the ‘royal We’) are also not having any wheat issues right now. We are, in fact, un-wheat-free. Wheat is living in our house again and people are eating and enjoying it. We are still on strict peanut avoidance though and are contemplating a reintroduction of strawberries. We also are having no eczema issues too. And no asthma problems. And are also not sick.

What the freak dimension did we move into? Sheeeeeeiiit!! It’s just effing crazy positive health over here!!! (although, please forget about the puke-post from Friday, that was just a sugar issue)

Well, whatever freak health dimension we are currently in, it is not the tidy dimension. The house was cleaned so weirdly that I was in shock. And M was at work so I couldn’t call him and ask him things like “Where did you put V’s blanket that I just washed?” or “Where is the NetFlix dvd?” or “Why is the carpet really really wet?” (that one I actually know the answer to).

Or “Why is there a random roll of toilet paper on the kitchen counter?”, “What’s that stain on the floor?” and “Why are  your swim trunks in the garage?”. Ok, I made that last one up… they were in the kitchen sink.

Ok, I made that one up too. They were just in the guest bathroom sink. *sigh* Kind of a letdown now, eh?

Oh Summer of Dad, how I missed you! I am pretty sure you will be better than last years. Pretty darn sure…

xoxo a.m.

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