Yep - that title is as creative as I can be right now. But I thought I'd tell you all that Maddy has been taking swimming lessons. The local YMCA offers two week sessions. I thought it was about time to get some professional assistance with the whole swimming thing. Maddy does pretty good on her own, but she needed someone to really work with her on swimming skills - moving her arms, kicking her legs, keeping her head above water and holding her breath. She does these things sometimes, but has never really been taught. So, for 30 minutes the past 3 mornings, Baby Lulu and I have been hanging out on the bench by the pool watching Maddy master swimming. She's been doing really well. By the end of the first session, the instructor had her dunking her head underneath the water. I was impressed. Each day, I've seen such a wonderful progression. But today . . . she was in a funk. I'm not sure what got into her, but she just decided that she didn't want to jump in. She didn't cry or anything, but I did see her wave off the instructor several times. After the lesson, I took a couple of minutes to talk with Maddy. I asked her if something was wrong or if she was scared. She assured me that everything was fine (in a totally grown up way) and said she had a good time. So, my next step (cause I'm one of those interferring mothers who have to be in control) was to speak to the instructor (just to make sure that this was totally normal). After speaking with her instructor, she said Maddy was just having an "off" day and that it was ok. She was doing just fine and this was totally normal. So . . . that was good enough for me.
After swim lessons, we made a quick trip to the park (because I'd been promising the girls everyday and totally flaked out on them because I'm like a million weeks pregnant and fat as a blimp). We played at the park for a while and then we loaded up to head home. And then all day, the girls kept bugging me to "go do something fun". Hello? Swim lessons, the park? Do these activities not constitute fun anymore?? I started to feel a little guilty, like maybe I really was depriving them of a fun filled day. And then, I totally got over that. I mean, that's what's wrong with a lot of children today -- they expect their parents to run around like chickens with their heads cut off - shuttling from here to there all in the name of "fun". Well, no m'am! Not this Mama. Especially not in this condition. So . . . we had a bubble bath and spa time. I painted their finger nails and toe nails. And the world was good again. We had "fun".
As for the baby that's cooking in my tummy. . . I've been trying to coax her out into this world. However, I've concluded that she's either afraid of me or she's afraid of those loud girls --- or maybe both -- 'cause she's not budging. I mean, she's moving around enough to poke me and let me know that room inside there is pretty limited. And every now and then, she gives me a good poke (not sure why) . . . but she's still in there, safe and sound. I've got a doctor's appt tomorrow so we'll see if any progress has been made this past week.
That's all for now . . . I'll try to let you know something after the appointment.