Yesterday I promised the kids a trip to the pool. Now that the big girl has her waterproof cast, we can do things like that.
They started out slow. The Toddler requested a life jacket, which made us both breathe a little easier. No worries, she was always within arms reach.
The big girl? Not so much. As you can see, the cast isn't slowing her down.
With the Toddler wanting to rest on her chair that left The Boy. For the most part, he was content to jump off the edge repeatedly. That left me to contemplate a new pedicure.
On thing I love about the toddler - she's not afraid to help me hold down a lawn chair. And yes, that's me in a swimsuit.
All was well and good. Keeping a close eye on the Big Girl jumping, and the Boy jumping, and being at the Toddler's beck and call... Until. The boy wanted to jump off the diving board.
Now what? Do I say no? Do I let him try?
Ok. Fine. Sure. Give it a shot.
I stood by the edge, prepared to go in after him.
Now I'm left trying to figure out what I was so worried about.
Until. The 'high' board.
Not quite as much panache, but he was pretty proud of himself.
Today I'm off to the US Women's Open. A neighbor had an extra ticket, and so we're going to spend the day (much like my husband) on the golf course. The kids are terribly excited to have a sitter, and I'm terribly excited to have a few hours to myself!
Have a great one. Friday's a heartbeat away...