Tuesday, July 27, 2010

At least I got a tan...

So, this past week was a crazy one. Whew. Swim lessons, my sister's baby shower, temper tantrums, a big bonk on the head (I'll explain this one in another post!). And I survived.

I think I survived through refusing to worry about things I couldn't control, like my almost 2-yr old son's temper tantrums at swim lessons or whether or not I peed when my unborn baby did the Riverdance on my bladder. Not to say that I didn't have moments of anxiety and wet panties, but I tried to quickly push them aside with my new favorite reminder:

What is the point of worrying about things you can't control if you can't control them, and what is the point of worrying about things you can control if you can control them? There is no point, therefore, it makes no sense to worry. Bladder leakage - can't control it.

So, here are some pictures from our week of swim lessons. My sister (who was visiting from St. Louis) and my Aunt Brenda came on the last day of lessons and took pictures for me. Max took these swim lessons with his friend, McCoy, but unfortunately I don't have any pictures of them together because McCoy couldn't come on Friday.

Here we are...the last day of mass swim lessons and unstable toddler tantrums...

Here is Max trying to wiggle away from me while we swim to the ropes in the middle of the pool. He wanted to play with his Aunt Jill, who was sitting on the sidelines.

This is Max with the teacher, practicing one of the things that gave me the biggest headache: getting in and out of the pool. Once Max was out, he didn't want to get back in.

Here we are practicing leg kicking and dog paddling. Max didn't really catch on to either one. He was too distracted by his desire to get out of the pool and throw rocks.

Max and his arch nemesis, the swim buoy.

Here I am trying to convince Max to get back in the pool at the count of "3." My 8-mo. pregnant belly kept bumping against the pool wall, making this whole scene quite humorous.

Max practicing with his kick board, which he would let go of and push out in front of him instead of holding on. And instead of saying, "Let's all give Max a hand for doing such a good job with his kickboard", the teacher said, "Let's all give Max a hand for doing whatever he wants!"
Aye yi yi.
This is Max actually being very still during back floating practice. He really liked this part.

Waving to Aunt Jill, Brenda, and Daddy on the sidelines.

One summer of swim lessons down, many more to go.


  1. You gotta start somewhere with swim lessons, right? The foundation is laid, and it only gets better from here. He's a cutie!

  2. :) Sounds like a typical start to swim lessons! Oh and by the way you look way too gorgeous to be 8 months pregnant! you go girl:)

  3. Oh, you make me laugh. I wish you were my neighbor. :)

  4. you know, you just brought back so many memories. These will be wonderful pictures to look back on. My son is 15 now!! It happens.

  5. Looks like fun although I am slightly miffed that you look better in a bathing suit at 8 months pregnant than I look 7 years after giving birth!


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