Jeff likes to spring things on me while I'm trying to feed Kayla, Alaina, myself and him all our own meals as soon as I get home.
I understand that he's excited about something from work and anxious to share his joys/fears/pains etc with me, but I don't have much pity for him when he's frustrated that I don't stand still and listen to him.
But yesterday he was being the most adorable proud Daddy.
I'm not sure what started it, but he started with the typical, "I have something to show you" phrase that leads to him pulling out a stack of papers to look over while I'm trying to prep baby food, start our dinner, juggle a fussy baby, and convince Alaina that she is hungry now instead of 5 minutes before bedtime. Usually its something about positions that have opened up at his job, something about money, or something about anything else he's interested in.
But yesterday it was flyers for lessons at the YMCA. Jeff has decided that it's time to get Alaina started on something physical and worthwhile. I was all but drooling over the tumbling classes while I think that Jeff was imagining Alaina being adorable at her first dance performance. Either way we were pretty excited about the concept of chanelling her energy.
But instead of signing her up for dance or gymnastics, we called and signed her up for swimming lessons. There is some logic involved. I don't know how she will react to being in the water, but I do know that just because she asks her daddy to let her lay on her tummy in the tub and pretend to swim doesn't equal the required comfort level to be alone in the pool without a parent. The only parent/child classes are for children under the age of 3, so with her birthday being in May, I called last night and signed her up and since Jeff refuses to have her grabbing his chest hair while she floats in the water, I've been delegated to be the parent in that combo.
And then the reality of what I had done just hit me.
Did I just sign myself up to wear a bathing suit with witnesses around me for six weeks?????
Crap.
3 comments:
I took that class with my younger two. It's so much fun! Even having to get into a suit is worth it.
Go Mommy and Daddy!! I hope that A Stacey can help with some of the gymnastics things when she comes home. My goal is to be able to do the splits before 30. What a feat!! :)
I hope she loves it!!! Where is the Y?
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