Swimming and Sand

Today was Rhys' swim lesson day. I pick him up from pre-school and take him directly to swim school. He fights me every time, but then loves it when he is there. He has been going for a couple of months now. He loves the water and pays varying amounts of attention to his teacher.

The school keeps the water at ninety some degrees and the air in the pool area at ninety-seven or so. Perfect for skinny little bodies to stay comfortable. There is a glassed in lobby so parents can watch the lessons. There is even a little coffee kiosk where the staff can make a Starbucks for you.

Rhys' class has four kids in it and lasts for half an hour. They are working on holding their breath, kicking their feet, grabbing rings under water and jumping off the side. Rhys is the best at going under water. Of course, he won't keep his goggles on, so he always comes up rubbing his eyes. Today was the first time he actually left them on. It seemed to help. Weird.

After swimming we went back to preschool and got his brother. Owyn was playing outside, as usual when it is so nice out. Seventy degrees here today, and most of the rest of the week. Most of the winter has been this way. When Owyn saw me he came running over with a huge smile, and then got intercepted by his brother. He fought his way free and gave me a huge hug. As I picked him up he was wrapped around me, patting my shoulder and snuggling his head against me. It was ever so sweet.

Owyn waved bye bye to all of his teachers and said "Bye" in his sweet, high pitched raspy voice. We headed out to the car, where upon, Rhys turned into the Uber Turd Bucket From Hell. I got Owyn strapped in and had to chase Rhys down. He fought me all the way into his car seat, then was completely calm and reasonable. Owyn, on the other hand, decided that he would whine and snivel all the way home. Fortunately for all of us it was nice enough for me to put my window down and listen to the radio.

Once we got home it was time for snacks all the way around. Juice boxes and crackers for everyone. Owyn drank his juice, and his brother's juice and some other juice he found. I think they are not giving him enough to drink.

After all of that the boys went out and played in the back yard. They did exceptionally well, with only one small incident of brotherly competition. Dinner was short and sweet and off to bed all the way around. Owyn only napped for an hour (three to four is more usual). I believe that Rhys failed to nap at all, again.