I hate doing “I’m going to blog about this, really” posts, but I do it enough that you should be used to it by now. I took Max to the pool tonight all by myself. Some little jerk decided to throw up in it, so we were all relegated to the lap pool. The lap pool is three and a half feet deep at its shallowest, so I made Max put the floats in his swimsuit. There’s way more to this story, but needless to say, on only his third trip to the swimming pool, the kid can swim, hold his breath and put his head under the water and will jump off the side of the pool and get himself back up the surface (the floats help, but still, that’s brave for three). I’ll tell you the whole story tomorrow. The kid wore me out… good night!
Too Much… Too Tired
