Master A is going to be a pro swimmer. Bask in the cuteness that is A in a baby wetsuit. My boy will be burning up the lanes at the 2024 and 2028 Olympics, so get your tickets now. I'm not just saying that in the proud mama way; his father also thinks he's a super swimmer.Mistah C had the day off yesterday, so he accompanied us to the palace of youth culture for lessons. A got in the water and started splashing. The other kids in class weren't quite into kicking and splashing, but he was. He had a jolly old time until we got to the submersion part of the class. Then he looked outright insulted and started to cry (at which point I realized how little he cries since it's very rare to see his absolutely upset pouting crying face), but he calmed down quickly. We've got another six weeks of swim lessons, so we'll see how this goes.
What other news? We got an exersaucer thingie this weekend at the resale shop. It gives me a minute to go to the bathroom, heat up lunch, etc. It bounces up and down which he seems to like.
Oh, and he finally slept last night with the long part of his sleep from 1AM-6AM, which made us so happy to not be awake at 4AM. I can't say how happy we were about that. Maybe it's the exercise?
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He is so cute! Try blowing in his face as you dunk him. They will not inhale while you breath on them (especially if you like garlic). Lexi takes a deep breath and gets ready to dive as soon as I start breathing on her now.
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