Swimming lessons ended last week, with sprinkles of rain tickling our noses and Maggie high-fiving all the lifeguards and tweens that she’d become friends with. On one hand, I’m sad that this session is over, but the coldish pool wasn’t getting any warmer with each passing day. We’ll try another session in August if the weather ever heats up. Weekends zip by around here, never ever giving me enough time before Monday swallows us up again with a snap.
We were fooled on Friday into thinking that it was going to be a cold, rainy day and when we showed up at Thomas’ house to visit, we realized that we were WAY overdressed. I peeled off my wool socks and vest, but Maggie eventually shed all her clothes to wade in the pool we’d filled with freezing water. Most of all, I think she liked wandering around the yard and throwing things in to the pool. I kept thinking about last summer when we busted out the same exact pool for Thomas and Mags to try out, we used it for exactly 30 seconds before Thomas started crying and Maggie almost got sun burned. Oh, how far the two little tykes have come.
One year later we’re spending most of our time making sure that they’re not hurting themselves, others, or breaking any important objects. Friday was a great day to be together and spend time at Marc and Lara’s. Their house is beautiful and we set up camp in their yard exactly in the right spot to guard the stairs, eat strawberries, dip our toes in the pool, have access to the hose and watch the nudie parade of Maggie and Thom.
I need to point out the above photo that I took a few days before we left on our NoDak trip. See what I mean about Maggie and Thomas possibly hurting others, themselves or other important objects? If you can’t see it I can help you:
1. Maggie is about to “pet” the sleeping kitty.
2. Thomas is ‘gently touching” the pretty vase with a piece of kindling.
Not to sound pessimistic or anything, but I’m pretty sure both of those things could turn into a scratched face or a broken face/bopped head/cut hand….
Barry has been working like crazy for the past few weeks and this weekend I think it finally hit him how busy he’s been because he asked me a number of times about when Maggie started to do certain things (new signs, ways of eating/drinking, words etc.). I so appreciate all his hard work, but I’ve really missed our relaxed routine that has been replaced by longish hours and stress. I know we’ll fall back into that schedule when he’s done with his current project at work and training for his race.
This weekend was nice and calm because we literally had nothing on our calendar, unlike the coming five weeks. We were both able to get workouts in, take a few walks with Syd, make Strawberry bread, go to Chach’s party, enjoy the Farmer’s Market, read, watch the rain, and read a ton of books with Mags in her new fort.
Weekends are never long enough around here.
