Chase at 6 months:
Friday, June 19, 2009
Swim, Swim, Swim
Chase is getting to be better and better at swimming. And, of course, the only way to get better is to practice, practice. So I headed to the pool with Mads, my body glove aqua baby carrier, Chase and her floatie. Wow. So much work! I had to haul so much I was exhausted when we got to the car.
We drove to the pool. Somehow I managed to carry everything in - while still holding Chase's hand. And then I realized I forgot Chase's floatie in the car, so back out we went.
The pools in Stapleton ask all kids to get out of the pool every hour for 15 minutes, and wouldn't you know we arrived just in time for that to happen. It wasn't so bad - Chase enjoyed a little snack and I finished applying sunscreen to Mads. Finally the whistle blew, and in we went.
It went really well for about a half hour, at which point Mads had had enough - while Chase was only just getting warmed up. And Chase was tired, which led to a full blown, tear-filled breakdown. We finally pulled it all together and headed home with promises that we'd be back again soon. And then, when we finally got home, Mads rewarded me for all my hard work with a record-breaking diaper.
We drove to the pool. Somehow I managed to carry everything in - while still holding Chase's hand. And then I realized I forgot Chase's floatie in the car, so back out we went.
The pools in Stapleton ask all kids to get out of the pool every hour for 15 minutes, and wouldn't you know we arrived just in time for that to happen. It wasn't so bad - Chase enjoyed a little snack and I finished applying sunscreen to Mads. Finally the whistle blew, and in we went.
It went really well for about a half hour, at which point Mads had had enough - while Chase was only just getting warmed up. And Chase was tired, which led to a full blown, tear-filled breakdown. We finally pulled it all together and headed home with promises that we'd be back again soon. And then, when we finally got home, Mads rewarded me for all my hard work with a record-breaking diaper.
I Love You, Mom!
So I dropped Chase off at camp today, which she absolutely adores. She took her lunch and sat down next to the oldest, cutest boy like it was no big thing. I went over to them and said, "hi, what's your name?" And the little boy said something like Ryan. I said "hi Ryan, this is Chase." (oh I love that 3-year-olds don't get embarrassed) The boy looked at me and said, "my name is Nuryan." Whoa. "Oh, sorry." I said.
Giving Chase a kiss on her head, I said, "I'll be back soon. Have a good time."
As I headed to the door I heard Chase yell at the top of her lungs, "I love you, mom!" (Have I mentioned how much I love that 3-year-olds don't get embarrassed?)
I will treasure that moment forever.
Giving Chase a kiss on her head, I said, "I'll be back soon. Have a good time."
As I headed to the door I heard Chase yell at the top of her lungs, "I love you, mom!" (Have I mentioned how much I love that 3-year-olds don't get embarrassed?)
I will treasure that moment forever.
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