There were very few tears today – just a few from the usual bumps-and-scrapes and a few from frustration. No temper tantrums, no screaming, and, even more importantly, no fratricide.
I feel like the World’s Best Mother! I kept all three alive! All day! *grin*
Little One had a long bath this evening – I sat next to the tub (and got soaked) while he splashed around with some of the assorted tub toys. His favourite so far seems to be the little blue whales that spit water. We bought him a nifty water funnel-like toy thingie (how’s THAT for a description) that he’ll get to open at Christmas and I suspect it’ll be a hit.
The moment Little One hopped out, I wrapped him in a huge towel and carried him upstairs to put on his jammas. He kept talking about the bubbles and the warm water and how much fun it was. Man, I hope THAT perspective on bathing continues.
With only one single comment from me about it being “time for a bath”, Middle One was in the tub before I had a chance to blink. Once he settled into the water, sitting comfortably, I turned on the Jacuzzi jets and the bubbles grew a personality of their own. It was crazy fun.
Man, I’d love to show you the pictures…
I read LO and MO a quick story, hugged and kissed them both goodnight, and left them with their Dad. Coffee is now reading them a second story and getting them fully tucked in for the night.
And Oldest One? He’s in the tub as I type this, relishing the bubbles that he made with the Jacuzzi jets and, I assume, getting more wrinkled than your average prune. In a few minutes I’ll knock and tell him it’s time to get out. I imagine he won’t be overly thrilled with that eviction notice.
We’ve been talking about signing all three boys up for swimming lessons – they don’t need to be lifeguards, but I want them to be comfortable and safe around water – and I think their love of bubble baths might be a good sign.
I probably just jinxed that, didn’t I?
At any rate, all is well over here. The kids are fine, I’m fine, Coffee’s fine.. We may actually survive Christmas!
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Oohhh swimming lessons are good! I have many fond memories of swimming lessons. I LOVED it. I remember the first few courses where we had to do the basics in shallow end, I couldn’t WAIT to be in deeper water. The diving was the best part, even though the high board was kinda scary. (it was probably only 8 feet high, but seemed like 100ft when I was 6). I never did get the hang of treading water though. Anyway, I’m rambling. Your idea is a good one.
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Swimming lessons ARE fun and they’re even better when you take them with your siblings. I was never afraid of going in the water anyway but having my brother take swimming lessons with me and knowing we both didn’t know how to swim and we’re both learning at the same time helped me a lot (I knew that if the swim teacher screwed up, my brother would go in and save me).
Not to mention that having your sibling take on bets as to who can stay under the water longer, who will be the first to dive and who can make the most laps and wanting to prove him wrong helped me learn even faster.
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I think swimming lessons are a good idea. I had them, almost drowned during them and never swan again, but… you know, I’m sure that won’t happen. Now as an adult I wish I knew how. Of course, I’d look silly with water wings and all the 4 year olds.
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