Trying New Things

Everyday is pretty much the same around here.  Get up.  Bar and drink for Honey.  Sit him in his chocolate smeared white chair from IKEA (it's broken and marred, so I don't really care).  Remind the kids once, twice, three times to get ready.  And on.  And on.

But lately we've all been trying new things.  And I'm proud of each one of us for it.

For the majority our new lengths are being taken at the local YMCA pool.  Little C is taking swim lessons. He's terrified of the water, which makes sense since he came really close to drowning at the age of 2.  It was horrible and the images still haunt me.  He's the oldest at 5 in a class full of 3 year olds.  But I'm so proud of his progress!  He's starting to put his face in the water and blow bubbles.  Yay for him!

I've starting taking swim lessons for adults!  I am not a swimmer.  Really, you should hear the coach tell me what I'm doing wrong.  But I'm loving the change.  I'm still running 4 days a week, but I've added in the swim and biking in the hopes that I might be ready to a triathlon at the end of the summer.

Mr. M and Miss A are also taking swim lessons, but theirs is in preparation for swim team this summer.  We're trying it out and I hope it takes.  Particularly with Mr. M.  He's yet to find an activity that clicks for him, and I'm hoping this it.  Miss A is enjoying it, but she's really loving her gymnastic class, which is doing wonders for her confidence (which she already has an abundance of).

And Honey?  Well, his new thing is a typical hallmark for any 2 year old.  He must do everything BY HIMSELF.  Buckle into the car?  "I do it!!"  Eat dinner?  "No!"  Watch a show?  "I change it!!"  Get dressed?  "I do it!"  Even yesterday, after refusing to nap, he came to me and told me that tinkles (pee) were coming.  So I took him to the bathroom, where I unsnapped his onesie.  Then  he ordered me out of the bathroom and the room connected.  I left him there trusting that he wouldn't make a mess on the floor.  Ten minutes later I hear some noises and peek in.  He's on the toilet pooping!  Seriously? He then ordered me out and proceeded to tell me he would call me when he was done.  Whatever.  I think he's ready to potty train, but I'm not sure I'm ready for that new thing yet.  It adds another layer of thought and routine to the already routine day.