It’s a rite of passage. For Momma and the Babies.
Swim lessons.
Absolutely necessary and yet sometimes a very painful process.
I remember the many tears the first few days of that first summer of lessons – - trying to coax them back the second, and third, and fourth day.
I remember slathering them with sunscreen and promising them the world–or at least a doughnut or two–if they would get in the water again.
I bought a pair of these today.
And they are pretty and shiny but it makes me a little sad. Because I’d rather have bought some new ones of these.
By the way, speaking (more…)
Hamsters on wheels, people on treadmills. Hmmm. . .
I occasionally run on the treadmill at the local gym, and as much as I wish I could, I can’t completely shake the whole rodent simile from my mind. Then again, when my face is a red tomato and I’m dripping sweat, it pretty effectively clears out all thoughts of cute fuzzy creatures tickling my palm with their little pink toes.
