Is about to happen in this picture. It was at our hotel in Santa Cruz right after we got back from France. Like, the day after.
Now he's had many swims, and in fact demands at least one a day, regardless of weather. He is also really getting into T-ball (thanks, GrandRobyn and GrandDan), though he's not very goal-oriented about it yet. Jonathan estimates he can keep focused on a goal for approximately twelve seconds. This is sometimes frustrating.
He's doing very well with his swimming. He ditched the inner tube after about a day, and he's mostly ditched his shark floaty raft. He always wants to take it to the pool, but usually refuses to allow it into the water. He wears one of those life-jackety swim vests they make for toddlers now, and he does a pretty good dog paddle. Some of the other kids in our complex are impressed that he can swim better than they can. Also, some of them are convinced that he's four.
My plan for the day:
1. Go to work.
2. Go to the work garden to keep up on weeding. We've had so much rain I haven't been out much lately, but things are growing like mad. Looks like my garden problem so far is that too many of my seeds are sprouting, and not enough of my transplants died (so far, none).
3. Go to the grocery store for supplies. Game-watching supplies, specifically.
4. Watch game seven. Really that's Jonathan's plan, but I'm joining in. Now that it's going to seven games, I'm finally getting invested in it. I don't really care if the Lakers win, but I definitely want Boston to lose. No matter what happens, the Celtics will never win the knowing-how-to-pronounce-your-own-name trophy.
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