Almost two years after J last loved swimming, he is back in the pool.
This past Saturday we went on a trip to my cousins, close to Montréal (Nancy, I say close, because if I had been closer I would have stopped for coffee, but alas, I did not make it close enough to your place). There were about 50 people, more of which were kids playing in the inground pool. J kept saying he wasn’t going in, so Hubby sat on the edge splashing with him. I went in and pulled some of my younger second cousins around the pool. After about 20 minutes, J decided he was going to go swimming.
That was Saturday afternoon, he has barely been out of the pool since. Sunday we were in and out all day, to the point that I was exhausted. Monday after supper we spent an hour in the pool. And today we have been in and out. Hubby keeps saying be careful what you wish for, I am just thankful he wants to go in now! I don’t mind playing out back and going swimming.
We have a suit with built in floatation device, I used that today when my girlfriend brought her little girl swimming. That way I knew if I had to grab the other baby, J would float while hanging onto my arm. His suit, which we call the “Superman Suit“, is made by Ironman. It has a full chest and back built in floatation as well as a ring around the neck. Although I would never in a million years leave him alone, etc. it is good to know he can float in it, which he does very well.
Sorry if you don’t hear from me everyday this summer, but we may be a little busy out back in the pool. Marguerita, por favor!!
How is it that a child gets to a certain age and knows which toys need batteries and which don’t?
The batteries in the toy hand saw have been dead for months, and I mean months. All of a sudden this morning J comes to me and says, “Mommy, these batteries are dead, I need new ones”. Now I am sitting here trying to think of something clever to blog about but, all I hear is a hand saw trying desparately to cut through the glass on the patio doors. Oh the pain in my head.
It seems the closer we get to J’s third birthday the smarter and older he seems. Every day is filled with a new expression or interest. And I realize more and more that he is just getting older. That although I will call him my baby forever, he is not in fact a baby anymore.
As I cried in frustration yesterday, J came up to me and said, ” Mommy, after I go potty, I will cuddle you and you will be ok.” How is it that he just knows a cuddle and some cute words from him will be all I ever need? Then of course, I started crying more because he is just so cute and loving and growing up.
Can he stay a baby forever? Or at least a few more years?
Last Saturday, my youngest Sister threw a garage sale. And I say threw instead of had because like everything in her life it was more of a social gathering than a sale. She had people coming to hear stories of her travels and pick up an item of clothing bought in Europe or Stateside. Clothes were her biggest hit. She sold oodles of clothes for $0.50 a piece and almost all of it went. She sold old computers that Hubby and I put together for her during highschool and she sold one of our old monitors for $20!!! I couldn’t believe it myself.
While we were helping her purge, sort and prepare she came accross an old box of outdoor stuff, inside were two gems. Two items that made my summers in the 1970’s some of the best ones to date.
The good old traditional sprinkler. We spent many, many summer days, year after year running and playing and stepping on this sprinkler. And there it was in all it’s glory waiting for J & J2 to have fun. I couldn’t believe it still worked and sure enough my Dad had it stashed away while they would buy a new sprinkler every few years (because they just don’t last like they used to) they could have been bringing out old glory.
Second, and these are the “piece de resistance”, my first real pair of roller skates. I bought them second hand for $20 from a friend of my sisters. They are a size 8 so my feet are a little squished in there, so much so that I couldn’t actually skate anywhere. Those were the first skates I wore to “Skateway”. They have seen better days, but they are still in tact and it was wonderful to see them again. I did get my boot skates a few years later and they were a size 9. They are currently in my garage on the shelf, where I take them down once a year and go for a spin on the driveway before putting my rollerblades on. Because rollerskates just aren’t cool anymore.
Almost two years after J last loved swimming, he is back in the pool.
