Work

Kardynn apparently thinks that Dwight goes to work "at the gym" and "plays basketball".  He wishes that was his job!

I can't remember what prompted it but last week the other kids and I got into a discussion about work and jobs.  Oskar said, "Being a mom is a really hard job.  You have to discipline people." And that was the extent of his description.

We had some big milestones last week and all of them happened at the gym. The first big milestone is that Oskar and Annika went down the enclosed water slide. A few weeks ago Annika tried the open water slide and she had a hard time getting out of the water at the base of the slide. So I told her she wasn't quite ready for it. But she's been making great headway at swim lessons so I encouraged her to try it again. She did great. After a few times down that I told her I thought she'd be fine to do the other one too.  She and Oskar both decided to try it. They went down several times. Oskar loved it. Annika got water up her nose on one of descents and she didn't like that but I think overall she liked it. On the weekend we dragged Dwight to the gym with us and they all rode the waterslides together numerous times.

They had another success which I initially forgot about (and that did not happen at the gym).  We went swimming at a neighbor's house and they both swam in the deep end (sans life jacket).  Annika tended to make sure she wasn't too far from either the edge of the pool or a float but she certainly does not lack for confidence.  Oskar, on the other hand, swims much better than he realizes.

The second success at the gym happened on Thursday. I met up with my friend to work out. When we dropped the kids off at the child care center, I realized that Kardynn's diaper was wet. I no longer carry a diaper bag - of course - so to spare me a trip out to the car (in the rain), my friend gave me a pull-up to use. About 50 minutes into our workout, I got paged to the child care center.  When I got down there, they told me that Kardynn needed help in the bathroom.  I said, "Oh, she's not potty trained".  In the meantime, she had spotted me and came running up shouting, "Mommy, I need to poop."  Alrighty then. So I took her into the bathroom. And guess what?!  She used the potty!  Hurray!  Now I need to teach her the difference between peeing and pooping.  *hehe*  When she informs me that she's poopy, 90% of the time she's actually wet.  When she does poop, her trend is to flat out deny anything is going on. Strange child.