Splish Splash!

We’ve now been to 4 swimming classes at the Y.  No, I don’t have any pictures.  I was too busy playing with my little fishy!

Miss R is so confident in the pool, that they moved her mid-session up to the next swim group.  It’s a bit later in the evening, but she does so much more swimming.  Last night, she swam all the way across the pool with Mommy and Daddy.  That’s to the deep end, folks.  Way to go Miss R! (Oh yeah, she had on one of those little swim bubbles, so she had a little bit of help)  When she got to the deep end, she crawled right out, and attempted to jump off the diving blocks.  We discouraged that, and instead, she jumped in while holding Mommy’s hands.  Then, swam all the way back to the shallow end.

That was a lot of swimming.

By the end of the class, Daddy even had her jumping in all by herself.  She goes right under and comes up sputtering, but there are no tears and absolutely no fear.  She just gets right back out and does it again.

Hooray Miss R.  I’m so excited for this summer.  She’ll be so much more confident at the beach and when we visit our friends with pools.

Swimmy!

Miss R is taking swim lessons. We signed up at the Y with our friend Jennifer and baby Abbi.

Miss R did not like the water at first. She clung to Mommy or Daddy (usually Daddy, he was taller and further out of the water) for dear life and did NOT want to blow bubbles, or kick her feet, or splash her hands.

After the first 15 minutes, she saw the big kids on the other side of the pool kicking their feet. “Look Mommy! They’re swimming!”

She got the idea fast.

But the water was a bit cold, and with absolutely ZERO body fat, she was cold.

Do you see those lips? I think they were the same color as her swim suit.

As soon as we got out of the pool and dressed in about 7 layers of clothes and she stopped shivering, we asked, “what did you think about swimming?”

“I want to play basketball at the Y.”

Snow Biking

I told her: I don’t think this will work.

She said: BUT MOMMMIE!

I told her: It’s going to be hard work.

She said: Mommeeee! I wanna go ride in the snow!

I told her: I’m not pushing you back.

She said: Ok. I go ride in the snow now.

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And she proved to me that she really could ride a bike in the snow.

Although, we didn’t get further than 2 houses away.

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But boy oh boy did she have a good time. The snow caked up a bit on the wheels. And our pants were a little wet on our knees. And the sidewalk was icy.

And yet we still pedaled and pushed our way through the snow.

Brilliant.

That’s What its All About

 Put the right foot in! and put it out! and put it in! and put it out!

Mommy! Put your foot in!

Now shake it!

You do the Oka Pokie and you turn yourself a-ROUND!

That’s what it’s ALL A-BOUT!

(bounce bounce)

*all sung while either in the car kicking her feet, or on Mommy’s bed and bouncing like Tigger*

Saturday Socks

This is what we did this morning while Mommy folded laundry.

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Those are my slipper socks. Daddy calls the red ones my Elmo socks. They make my feet look like a little red monster puppet I guess.

However, Miss R has confiscated them and redesigned them for her own purposes.

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Of course, they could probably use some rubber soles on them to prevent sliding.

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overnight, our daughter has turned into a linguist. That’s how it always seems to work. One day, she’s just laying around, goo-ing and ahh-ing, and then she’s up running around and speaking coherent thoughts.
This weekend, we discovered the use of 2 words together for more meaning.

For example; “bye bye minnie” (she has a mickey and minnie doll that live in the car for car rides only).
“papa hiding” (grampa was not coming when she called him, so obviously, he was hiding).
“eat nack” (pretty self explanatory-nack=snack)

it’s simply amazing that last week, it was one word demands, but this week, the wheels are definitely turning and you can see her trying to put together her thoughts. And even better, she is trying her darndest to communicate those ideas. wow.

Beach Baby!

On our very first excursion to the beach this summer, we learned 3 things.

1. Our cute little bikini wearing princess loves to eat rocks. Small rocks, Large rocks, sandy rocks, it makes no difference. After retrieving the 15th rock from our child’s large mouth, we decided to move to the less rocky, but more populated, Silver Beach.

2. Sand is good. We played in the sand for nearly an hour without boredom. Walking in sand, however, is much tougher than walking on, say, the carpeted bedroom floor. But no matter! Sand is still good.

3. The lake is bad. No, the lake is very bad. The cold water crashing on our little baby toes was not good at all. There was much crying with REAL tears until we moved back to the safety of the blanket and the warm, dry sand. We didn’t even want Mommy to hold us within 10 feet of the water.

But the adorable pictures were well worth the hour and half spent on an early Saturday morning. As soon as we replace the batteries in the camera, I will convince Daddy to put those up for your viewing pleasure.

Evolution of Man

I was recently remembering how much Daddy and I were waiting for our lovely little offspring to roll over.  We would encourage her, and help her out, and even push her over so that she could roll from her back to her stomach and back again.  Then, one day, she did it.  All on her own.  We were so very proud.  Of course, that wasn’t enough.  Then we wanted to see her crawl.  Not 5 minutes after she rolled over, we both said, man, it’ll be so cool when she can crawl!

So, the story continues, and we would watch our little apple dumpling get to her knees and rock back and forth.  Oh, it’ll be so wonderful to see this tiny creature scurrying around the house.  And eventually, she did.  What a sight it was to see our miniature person scooting all around the house and doing some nose dives because her head was still too heavy.  But, of course, a few days after that, we both said, man it’ll be so cool to see her walking all around!

Well, that day has finally arrived.  Our little punkin’ got up, looked around to see if anyone was watching, and then “woooosh!” out the door she went!  And we haven’t been able to slow her down yet.  When she wants to go, she wants to go! She has almost entirely skipped the cute little toddling stage where she wobbles back and forth.  No, our daughter is a walking champ.  She just gets up and takes off in the direction of the most breakable, tearable, messiest item she can find and wreaks havoc on our home.  Now, Daddy and I are saying, “man won’t it be cool when she learns how to slow down?”

Baptism

Baby Rimes was baptised this weekend. She had her beautiful pink party dress on (compliments of Grandma and her sewing machine), her new pink shoes, and her big floppy pink hat. She was so excited that she didn’t even take a nap before church. She sat with Grandpa and sang the hymns-after everyone else had finished. She played peek-a-boo with the nice ladies behind us. She even screamed her “amens.”

But as soon as she was the center of attention, she was out cold. Not just a little bit sleepy, we’re talking a limp noodle. Pastor Wade held her limp body and drooping head while he performed the entire ceremony to a sleeping baby and her proud family. The only time she even stirred was when he put the handful of water on her head-and even then, she was only awake for a split second before drifting back off.

She awoke in time for a celebratory lunch with grandma, grandpa, mom, dad, and her fabulous godparents. She had cheerios.

Overnight

Baby Rimes has spent her first night away from Mommy and Daddy. She got to stay with Grandma and Grandpa and kept them up til very late, but she did manage to sleep all night once she finally went to sleep.

Mommy and Daddy didn’t do too bad either. Although the tears threatened a few times, Mommy stayed so busy at her conference that she didn’t have much time to think about her baby. And we only called once.