Swimming Lessons

Morgan has been doing swimming lessons every Monday and Wednesday for the past three weeks. He's enjoyed it. I don't think it's as advanced as his lessons last year, but he's having fun and getting used to the water more.
The pool at the Rec Center is shallow enough for the kids to be in without lifejackets, unlike the pool in Dugway. So that makes for a more comfortable learning environment for Morgan.
They play a game where you have to blow bubbles when the teacher catches you in the hula hoop.
When they are done with the shallow end, they form a train and walk over to the deep end (by which I mean 4 ft) and take turns learning different things in the pool with the teacher.
Sorry for the poor picture quality.

When lessons are over, the kids are released to the kiddie pool where they can have free time. This is probably Morgan's favorite part.
And we had a breakthrough! It even happened on the one day I brought the camera. Before that day, Morgan was terrified of putting his head under water. Well, he'd jump in the pool as often as you let him, even though his head would go under, but that was just the cost of having the fun of jumping in. Other than that though, he just wouldn't do it voluntarily.
Until a week ago.
Going under...
Hanging out underneath for awhile...
Then hopping up in delight. He doesn't like plugging his nose though.
Lydia and I hang out while Morgan swims. Good times.

I like to eat, eat, eat, apples and bananas....

Lydia has been trying all sorts of different foods lately. Here's what I've learned.
Rice cereal makes her vomit profusely, and then dry heave for an hour.
Green, pureed vegetables cause her to make some funny faces, and to have a very real gag response.
Fruits are a go.
Cheerios can make just as big a mess as applesauce.
Ritz crackers are best when they crunch. When they get soggy, it's best to just spit them out all over the place.
It doesn't matter how much supplemental food is consumed; Lydia still wants just as much breastmilk. Hence the thunder thighs.

Siblings who bathe together...

When I was young, I took a bath with three of my siblings. My older two siblings sat side by side in the front of the tub, but the spout, and I sat next to my little brother behind them. We barely fit, and my older siblings got the deeper and warmer water.
Lucky for my kids, there are only two of them.

Lydia recently graduated from her baby bath tub. She liked baths before, but they are extra fun now. She had so much fun splashing and splashing.

At one point, Lydia was lying on her back, and splashing up a storm with her arms and legs. Then some water would splash in her face, and she would flail a little at the surprise and distaste. The extra flailing would cause more water to her face, which would make her splash extra hard, which would get more water to her face, which caused a bit of a panic. I eventually intervened to save my baby from herself.








I think they're cute.

Lydia the tank engine?

Morgan has been saying a lot of funny things lately, so here is another Morgan quote post.

One day, Morgan nonchalantly brought up the subject of love and timeouts. He told me, "People that love everyone, don't give other people time-outs." Oh really? I guess I missed that memo. Actually, I tried to tell him that I gave him time-outs because I love him, and I want him to learn to always be a good boy. Yeah, that really didn't fly for him.

Morgan loves trains. The other day we were driving near the train track, and we heard a train whistle. He was very excited about it. Then he said, "I wish Lydia was a train."

Today at church, an older gentleman was complimenting Morgan on his suit. He said, "You're a good looking young man."
Morgan replied. "You're old."
I guess we need to work on our manners.

Morgan likes to say "Yes sir-ree." But he also knows that a man is sir, and a woman is ma'am. So when he talks to me he says, "Yes ma'am-a-ree." Say that out loud. Or don't.

In a tote

I got a couple storage totes the other day, which currently sit in the middle of my bedroom floor, making the night time feedings especially hazardous. I've found that they also make for great temporary play pens.
Observe:

Notice the way she's sucking her finger? She's been doing that a lot lately. Hand backward, one of the middle fingers in the mouth.

So sweet!

Surprise!

I uploaded the pictures from my camera to my computer yesterday, and came across a bit of a surprise.



In other news, last night during Morgan's prayer, he said, "I'm thankful for stamps, beautiful stamps."

Morgan often tells me that I know everything. Good boy.

We've been doing a bit of spring cleaning here, and went through some old toy boxes of my brothers. Many toys are being donated to DI, more are being thrown away, but there were a ton of Hotwheels type cars that Morgan inherited, (like he needed any more!) and he was so thrilled. He was raving about how it was the best day, such a good day, his favorite day.

I like to ride my bicycle, I like to ride my bike...

March 24th was a sort of good day. Not a good day in comparison to other March 24ths, but for this year to date, it was a sort of good day. So I got out my bike and bike trailer, put them all together, (three of four tires weren't on) inflated 4 tires, (well, got my brother to do it) fought with some dirty chain issues, bundled up my children, buckled them in the trailer, then went for a short ride.
The last time I rode my bike was two summers ago. Needless to say, I didn't have the toughened backside. The ride didn't last very long, (it wasn't actually very warm) but it was fun, and something I plan to do more frequently once it actually starts to warm.