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“Mommy, I’m a Swimmer!”

We are going to my grandmother’s beach house for vacation in August, and we decided to enroll Ryan in swim lessons.  He enjoys himself when we go swimming as a family, and I really want him to be comfortable in the water, and learn how to swim, since we will probably be taking our vacation at my grandmother’s every year.

So on Monday, Ryan started his first ever swim lessons.  After a rough start the first day, he proclaimed the above statement to me today, as he finished his class.

The pool where the lessons are held, is an indoor one- I figured that would be better for the first time, than having Ryan get cold if the weather was cool at an outdoor one.  We started on Monday, and he was really tired, from having spent Sunday night with his cousins

The pool has bleachers upstairs, enclosed in glass for the parents to sit, and then the instructors come in, gather their students, and walk them down to the pool.  On Monday, Ryan would have none of that.  He INSISTED that I hold his hand, and walk him down to the pool.  This really was his first time doing an activity where I was not to be right there, so of course I did this.

Once we got down to the pool, he started to cry and did not want to go near the water.  His instructor,a girl about 17, was really nice and sweet, and tried to get him to go in the water, but he already had his mind made up.  I managed to get him to at least sit on the side of the pool with his legs in the water, watching his class, but if I backed away to the wall, he started to cry again, and stand up. I’d be lying if I said, he did not throw a fit.  He did. 

So, I thought this was going to be a fun two-weeks.    I figured he was tired, but was wondering if he was scared to go in.  After the class was over on Monday,  I took him home, and told him he had to go in the water on Tuesday, and he needed to listen to his teacher.  I told him we would go get a smoothie (his favorite treat) if he did.  Hey, bribing always works with this kid.  Joe also talked to him before bed, and reassured him, his swimming lessons would be fun.

So on Tuesday, he still wanted me to walk down with him, and wait by wall, poolside.  He went in the water, but still looked a little nervous, but he started participating in the activities, and when he was done that day, he was so proud of himself and said, “I didn’t cry!”  We couldn’t get to the smoothie shop fast enough.

On Wednesday, I told him he could walk down with his teacher, Emily, and I would walk behind them.  So he held Emily’s hand all the way down.  I followed him, and of course, he looked back every two seconds to make sure I was there. I stopped following him, once he reached the pool, and sat on some steps, farther away from the pool.  Ryan would look up every now and then from the pool and wave at me, but he clearly was becoming more comfortable.

On Thursday, I stayed in the bleachers, and he held Emily’s hand as he walked to the pool.  He looked up at me once, while he was in class and waved. 

Today, he just grabbed on to Emily’s hand, and had no problem what-so-ever.  When it was time for them to go in the pool, Ryan led the ‘pack’ of kids, down the ramp into the water.  

All week he has been learning to jump around in the water, put his chin, and the side of his face in the water, jumping in, and Emily will hold each child on their back, and let them feel what floating is like.  He has done all of that since Tuesday, and I think he really has fun.

Today, as he walked back into the room after class, he saw me sitting and ran up to me and said, “Mommy, I’m a swimmer,” his little face bursting with pride.

I was so happy for him to- it is really neat to see him be proud of something he is learning, and realizing he can do things away from me and have fun.

I also am so grateful to Joe’s parents…they watched Cole every day this week, even with him not feeling well.  It helped so much, that I could be there for Ryan, and not have to spit my attention between him and Cole.  They may come one day next week, and watch Ryan swim.  Cole also bonded very well with Grandma- when we pulled up to their house everyday, he just started smiling, and flapping his hands. 

We may go swimming on Sunday, so he can show Joe everything he has learned.  We have four classes next week, and then we take a break for two weeks, and then he will start another nine classes at the next level in July, ending right before our trip. 

He has been so excited to go to Great Grandma Mimi’s house, and I know he will have more fun in the water, being “a swimmer”.  

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The Cousins

Last week, we went to my sister-in-law’s town, about 50 miles away for a visit.  She has three children (ages 10, 8, & 6), who obviously are Ryan and Cole’s cousins.

Ryan adores his older cousins.  He was so excited to go see “the cousins,” as he calls them.  We had plans to go make tie-die shirts, at a small craft shop, a few miles away from my SIL’s house.

It was really fun- I actually learned how to make three different patterns.  I helped Ryan with his shirt, and made one for Cole too.  He sat in his stroller the entire time, looking out the door, eating crackers, and watching the cars go by.  It only took about half an hour for us to make 5 shirts,(with no mess to clean up-benefit of doing a project like this at a craft studio), and they turned out great, if I do say so myself.

On Saturday, “the cousins,” came up to Joe’s parents house for the weekend, and Ryan played his little heart out.  He had so much fun, he is completely and utterly exhausted, but I think he had the best few days ever. 

His 8-year-old-cousin (a boy), had an air powered rocket blaster, that you could pump up with air, and then a rocket would shoot up in the air.  Ryan played with that constantly.  He begged us to go to the grocery store and get one for him.  He calls it the “rocket ship.”  If only our yard was bigger, I would have something that would occupy him for probably 6 hours at a time. But the rocket shoots so high up, it would be on the roof, or about 3 yards over, with the first launch.  We are considering getting him one though, to keep at his grandparents house, that he can play with when he is over there.  Talk about a 3-year old boy heaven!

Cole was even interested in the rocket, and would try to pump the pump.  As soon as Ryan saw him doing that, he said, “No Cole, this is the big boy toy.”  He was so proud of himself that he could operate this rocket, like his older cousin!

Sunday, they went swimming with Joe, and their uncle, and Ryan’s aunt (the cousins mom) bought Ryan his first squirt gun, so he could join in the water gun fights.  I think Dad had more fun playing with it though- 🙂  Ryan got to spend the night last night with everyone at Grandma’s.

Finally tonight, before “the cousins” left, we got some pictures of everyone in their tie-dye shirts.  It didn’t occur to me to get one of Cole and Ryan together, and Cole would barely stay still longer than a second, so I feel fortunate to have gotten two shots, with everyone in them.  Here are some pictures- (you can double click on them to see them bigger)

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pictures-066.jpg Cole goofing around w/ a funny pair of glasses at his cousins’ house

pictures-067.jpg As we got ready to go, it started pouring rain.  Ryan’s cousin had just given him this raincoat, boots, and umbrella.  Perfect timing- they had to go out and play in the rain

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pictures-073.jpg A group shot of Ryan with his cousins (I wasn’t sure how their mother would feel about having their pictures on the blog, so I blacked out their faces, but at least you can see the colorful shirts.)

The cousins return back up to Grandma’s in mid-July for another weekend. I am sure Ryan will be counting down the weeks. 

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Let’s Eat Cake!

This weekend concluded a series of birthday celebrations with family and friends, for Cole turning one, on May 22nd. 

I have lots of pictures now to share of him enjoying his cakes and parties.  The first set of pictures is from the BBQ at my dad’s house a few weeks ago:

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The next batch of photos is from when we went to Joe’s parent’s house for cake:

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Last but not least, we had a birthday party this weekend at a park, with a friend whose son, also just turned one- eight days after Cole.  We had a lot of mutual friends come from our parenting group.  Both birthday boys must of had a great time, because when it came time for their cake, they were BOTH fast asleep in their daddy’s arms.

We were going to have the brothers blow out the candles (this friend also has another son, just two months older than Ryan, so both our boys are very close in age), on their cakes, but it was rather windy, and we couldn’t get the candles lit, so they just pretended to blow out the candles.  Here is the final picture of Cole from yesterday, which probably sums up how he feeling about all this birthday stuff!  🙂

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Are We Getting Old?

Joe and I have been wondering this lately- not sure what is happening to us, but we have both been having aches and pains, and feeling old.

We are both recovering from car accidents, so maybe that is contributing to some of the aches, but I don’t think it can explain why my feet and legs hurt in the morning when I wake up.

I couldn’t deny it anymore that something had changed, two weeks ago as I actually had to ask the clerk in Target, where the Ben Gay was.  YIKES!!  I felt like an 80 year old!  I have seemed to developed a case of tendinitis in my left elbow, I think mainly from having to have Cole sleep on my arm for the last year.  Now that he is sleeping in his crib for most of the night, it is slowly going away, but some days it just starts hurting, and I notice it now every time I lift something, somewhat heavy, like a gallon of milk, or one of my sons- there is a dull ache.  I now could carry on a conversation with a senior citizen about my trick elbow.

My dear hubby, is a corporate trainer, and he is realizing in his classes, he is teaching employees that in theory, are young enough to be his children.  The other day, a group from his class asked him to go to lunch with them.  They insisted he come, and said they would drive.  As they were driving in a trendy, young, hip, VW Bug, one of the girls in the group started talking about the radio in the VW and the driver said she actually could have gotten an 8-track player in it.  One of the other people in the group turned to Joe and asked him, “You remember 8-tracks don’t you?” 

Joe doesn’t remember 8-tracks, and told them so, but didn’t think they believed him.  Then the group started asking everyone how old everyone one, so Joe heard, “21,” “22,” and “23.”  No wonder they thought he remembered 8-tracks.

Finally, a more somber event:  Joe heard yesterday that a former co-worker that we both actually worked with several years ago, died from a heart-attack on Sunday.  Evidently, he was water skiing, felt dizzy, and went to rest under a tree.  When someone from his group checked on him, he was passed out, and they were unable to revive him.  He died from a heart attack.

After Joe told me this, I dug out a paper and realized that I had seen this person’s name in the obituary section of the paper, but it didn’t register at the time.  I read the obituary, and was startled to learn this man was only 37!  He left behind a wife and two young children, around the same ages of our boys.  He was only a few years older than me, and only a few years younger than Joe.  He was just a month older than my older brother!  I feel very bad and sad for his family. 

This prompted us to realize life can be gone in a moment, and our aches and pains are nothing compared to what some people have to deal with every day, or what this poor man’s family has to go through now. 

At least we are alive to get older, and to feel our aches and pains.  

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Hello, I Can’t Take Your Call…

We finally splurged about a month ago and got a new phone.  Our old phone was awful, with lots of interference, static, and the worse part, it would make this terrible high pitched scream almost every time we used it, and the person on the other end could hear it too.  No wonder no one ever called us!  🙂

We got a new GE 6.0 DECT Cordless Handset Speakerphone, with digital wireless technology that has no interference and I LOVE it.  You can customize the rings as well, so I know ahead of time who is calling by the song the phone plays- I don’t even have to look at caller ID.  One of the best features is the speaker, which I use almost all the time now.  I can set the phone on the counter, and go about what I was doing, and still have my hands free.  No more crimped up neck.

Ryan has taken an interest in the speaker as well.  Now when we call Grandma, and she isn’t home, he can hear their voice-mail recording which goes something like this:

“Hello, you have reached B. & L.’s house.  We can’t take your call right now, but leave your message and we’ll call you back.”

The other day, I was upstairs putting laundry away, and I could hear him ‘talking’ on his play phone using Grandma’s voice-mail recording, but customizing it for himself- examples of what he was saying:

“I can’t take your call but I’ll call me back after my nap.”

“This is Ryan’s house.  I can’t take your call right now, so I’ll leave a message.”

“This is Ryan- I can’t take your call at your house, so I’ll leave a message.”

“Hi, Grandma, this is L.’s (grandpa’s name), I’m working right now, call me after my two hour nap.”

“I can’t take your call right now, but I’m at work.”

“This is my grandparent’s house.”

“Oh hi, I pressed the wrong button, sorry.”

“Hi, this is Ryan’s house.  I’m not home.  I’m right by my phone.”

He just kept coming up with these right after another.  I had a hard time trying not to laugh, because they were just so cute, and yes, I stood at the top of the stairs writing these down on the back of a receipt, because there is no way I would have remembered all of them. 🙂