Our house is a few doors down from a public outdoor pool. I'm not a pool person: I'm soooo uncomfortable donning a swimsuit in front of others. But I love the way Noah and Mattias are affected by the swimming pool. In case you didn't know, the equation works like this:
kids + swimming = naps
So. Swimming pool it is. I got both the piccolini some flotation devices in order to manage them both at the same time. This is somewhat against my philosophy: I feel they'll learn to be in the water better without floats. But two non-swimmers and one adult? Something had to give. I'm still quite nervous the whole time. About forty-five minutes is as much as I can handle.
Apparently, I mutter, "this is as much as I can handle," because Noah picked up on it and started asking me:
"Why, Mommy? Why is this 'as much as you can handle?'"
Let's hope I muttered under my breath, even though Noah asked this in a very loud voice, in the middle of the swimming pool.
I also mutter the same thing after about 15 minutes of gardening with the two of them. Nonethless, we've got the following planted:
- heirloom tomatoes
- various types of sunflowers
- one dwarf european cranberry bush
- two blueberry bushes and
- pampas grass
While the piccolini were helping me plant these things, Mattias has eaten about 1 pound of dirt, 2 tablespoons of sunscream, 5 rocks, and a package of hollyhock seeds. Everything except the pampas grass is growing, probably because Noah "replanted" the plant markers while I was prying rocks out of Mattias' mouth. Or maybe I was on the phone with poison control about the sunscream.
And, oh, if you haven't already read enough
whining about the sunscream situation: here's another one: Noah managed to get Fritz's adult sunscream in his eyes today. That was good for about 15 minutes of crying.
Did I mention I'm starting to hate sunscream about as much as Noah does?