Serious boy

We had swimming today. A wanted to sleep. He spent a lot of time with his head on my shoulder.

He also banged his face on the floor this afternoon, giving himself a vicious bloody lip. Once he got over the whole blood in the mouth thing, he didn't seem to mind. Now he's yelling his head off and refusing to go to sleep. Oh dear, I think we're in for a napping drive-by.

Last week, we went to a swimming instructor training session. They had a guest teacher in to teach their swimming instructors new techniques. A didn't trust her. Maybe it was the late hour, but every time she tried to take A for a demonstration, he'd start to wail. He'd let our normal swim instructor take him for a swim, but not the new lady.

The molars are almost through. Whew.