I took my daughter swimming on Sunday. Cody's parent's pool was finally warm enough to swim in, so Mom and I took the little princess to go swimming. I was prepared for the worst. After all, my daughter has only gone "swimming" in a little wading pool. And that was a year ago. So, putting her in a pool where she could actually go underwater was going to be different. I thought for sure she wouldn't be too fond of it. Since I like swimming, my plan is to go swimming quite a bit this summer, so I figured she would eventually get used to it.
I got in first. Mom handed my daughter to me over the edge, and I tried to let her slowly adjust to the cooler water. She didn't need any adjustment, she was excited to be in the water. When Cody's mom brought out the little floating ring, I put her in it. That supported her upper body. I held her hands, and she had a great time kicking the water and splashing and making her way around the pool. We played for about 45 minutes, and then I decided it was time to get out. I got out of the water, got her towel, and went back to get her from my mom. My daughter wasn't ready to get out. If she could swim, she would have tried to escape from me. She kept saying, "No, mama, no!"
Except it sounded more like, "N-n-n-n-n-o-o-o-o-o-o, Ma-m-ma, n-n-n-n-o-o-o-o-o!" because her little teeth were chattering. I told her when she was shivering that badly it was time to get out. And since I'm still bigger, I still get to call the shots.
So, she got out, and we played in the yard and fed the fish. When the moved in, Cody's parents cleaned up the existing fish pond. They put feeder goldfish in it. These little fish that you get in the pet store for next to nothing and are about an inch long have turned into 6-8 inch long monsters. I can't belive they grow that big, but my daughter had a great time throwing food
In other news, I felt the baby kick. Yes, I know I'm only 12 weeks, 3 days, but that was a kick. It was yesterday morning before I got out of bed. It was really strong (no gas pains or indigestion), so the baby must have jumped clear across my uterus or something. It only happened once. Too bad. I can't wait until the little bugger is really active (I'm sure I'll eat those words later!).
Other than that, I'm just really tired. I could sleep 15 hours a day if I didn't have to go to work.