All 3 big kids started swimming lessons today (yesterday we had a bit of a thunderstorm so we had to postpone) and I think it’s going to be great! I asked my friends with little kids if they’d be interested in lessons if I got a great teacher to come to my parent’s pool and teach for 2 weeks, 1/2 hour M-F. At $45 a pop, it’s much cheaper than lessons at either of the country clubs, but a bit more expensive than lessons at the public pools — but the bonus is that the classes are pretty small and it’s very laid back!
And in between lessons, the kids can run around like chickens with their heads cut off.
Alice has never gotten in the pool without a floaty (unless one of us is holding her) so this is going to be great for her.
She really likes to show off for JJ, so I’m hoping she isn’t too much of a stinker.
Jamie did SO well! And I’m so mad I forgot to take his picture! He is actually getting the movements of the crawl stroke and I’m pretty sure that by the end of the session he’ll be swimming floaty-free.
Maria is part mermaid…she did awesome.
After lessons, the kids went to school and I went grocery shopping and to check on the chickens.
Ohhh, the ducks.
They follow you around and just wait for you to give them something or get down close so they can nibble at ya.
The chickens, on the other hand, aren’t quite as social. With people, at least. Oh, and they’ve discovered a way out of the pen.
They’ve decided that their dirt bath needs to be in the garage adjacent to the pen, I guess.
When I come, though, they realize they should probably get back in, so they all gather at the gate, trying to remember how they got out. Chickens are really stupid. Finally, after a couple minutes of chirping, one finally realizes there is a space in between the fence rails and they jump one by one through.
After that, I went and picked up Charlotte and we’ve been playing and staying cool until we have to get the kids in an hour.
She’s getting so big. She is loud and now knows how to get exactly what she wants — she shrieks. It’s pretty horrible. But she’s also learning how to drink out of an actual cup, sit patiently at dinner and lunch, follow directions (like, “go put the shoes in the basket, please.”) and she thinks she’s very clever when she does something she knows takes skill. She’s such a good baby.
Excuse me while I get back to my grape popsicle which is melting like lava in the 98* weather.