If you hadn’t figured it out, this blog is my scrapbook, my journal, my recording of ordinary events, and my memory. I revel in ordinary events. I love to think about the small things in life, notice them, and record them. While the events in Sara’s life aren’t as life shattering as starting to walk, they are complex and fascinating in their own way.
This is the third week Sara has started swim lessons. Our lives are so busy, I’m reluctant to schedule too much regular “events” during the part of the week I have the girls alone. Sara approaches four and is not in preschool. In my mind, the 16 hours a week she already spends with kids and learning letters at daycare is enough. I don’t need another “event” to occupy her time. I want to be that event. I also read a book called Breathe: Creating Space for God in a Hectic Life during my Mom’s group. It’s been one of the most helpful books for me to guide me to be intentional for how I spend my time.
That said, I did sign us up for swim lessons. I mean both Laura and Sara. Sara was taking lesson briefly at our club for the two months prior to Laura’s birth. They had lessons during the summer, but requiring a commitment of 5 days in a row. Also, we were so busy over the summer between traveling and visitors it made lessons impractical. So now I have the time. Sara begins the line up with a group lesson. The kids are not much older, but seem to know each other in that giggling girl sort of way. They also know how to swim without any assistance. The first time Sara went, this dynamic didn’t seem to be a problem. When we went this Thursday, she decided to sit by the edge of the pull and pass on her swim lesson. Sara decided to swim with me and Laura. She wears a vest to keep her afloat while I have Laura in the water also. The next class is Parent/Toddler class for Laura taught by the same instructor. It is essentially a music class while in the water. Laura likes it alot. Interestingly, Sara likes it a lot. She get a toy and when we throw the toys, she tries to steal her sister’s toy.
This is an example of Sara’s typing:
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