What a gorgeous Wednesday morning it has been! Plus, I haven't had to pick up vomit or any other bodily fluids off my carpets today, so that makes it even better! I took the kids to the park. Winston is a total "Don Juan" at the park. He has several girl friends there who come running up to him like he is Justin Bieber. He certainly does have a harem there to climb up and down the slides with. We were there for a good 2 hours, when W ran up to me and said "pee by the tree?" I thought he said, "play by the tree," so of course I said, "sure! you can go by the tree!" Well, before I know it he was flashing all the toddlers on the swings relieving himself. A few minutes later he came running up and said, "poop" while frantically holding on to his shorts. Well, that was my stat message to leave asap and head home to the potty!
Tonight W has swim class. He just turned 3 in July, and was supposed to have moved up to the next level class where parents do not have to go in the pool. Yeah, I think it would be easier for me to climb Mt. Everest than it would be to get him to listen and participate in the class. The first night was as abysmal as it gets. He sat on the edge of the pool screaming and crying. My husband ended up jumping in the pool with him and swimming around, kind of doing their own thing. The teachers know how stubborn and resistant to change W is, so they let him do his own thing for the most part. We were pretty much discouraged after that lesson, and thought the entire class would be a wash(literally). But we decided to keep the faith, and use bribes to entice Winston into the water sans Daddy. I told him that if he got in the pool that night by himself, Mommy would make him an ice cream sundae. Well 6pm approached, and Daddy and W were standing by the edge of the pool. There must have been a divine intervention (or at least a craving for hot fudge), because Winston gently pushed Daddy to the side, and got in the pool by himself wearing his little "Buzz Lightyear" vest. The teacher let him swim around and do his own thing for a little while to keep him from erupting into a human crying volcano. Sure enough, Winston actually started to enjoy his independence in the pool. He was having a blast playing with the toys and a little beach ball in the water. After about 15 minutes, he decided to give everyone a heart attack by climbing out of the pool, and doing a running jump into 4ft of water by himself. Those 2 seconds he was completely submerged must have been the longest 2 seconds of my life. Thankfully the swim vest brought him up in no time, and he had this "WTF just happened?!" look on his face. I was sure he was going to start crying at this point, turning lesson #2 into another disaster, but he did not. He turned to my husband smiling and said, "I jumped in the water and went under!" The lesson was a hit, although I don't need Winston turning into Michael Phelps just yet! He definitely enjoyed his ice cream sundae that night!
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