swim lessons

Today was our last day of our month of lessons at the Turner's and I thought I would take a few pictures of the kids and Austin(Patty's grandson), excluding the swim teacher.  I didn't want anyone to be offended by her Playboy bikini.  I'm serious.  Every lesson, she wears a the same string bikini with an actual Playboy logo printed on her chest; very proffesional.  Trust me, you don't want to see her.  I'll save your eyes. 

Anyway, I told Patty when we were all done that I would pay her the $25 to come swim anytime.  I should have listened to my Aunt Eileen who told me to never get swim lessons.  I knew it was a bad sign when the instructor asked me for the money before our first lesson.

Layla is actually putting her face under water.  A week ago, she wouldn't even let her hair touch.  She' s getting so much better.  I'm not attributing it to the lessons.  Probably her friend Presley who can get her to do pretty much anything I can't.  I'm hoping that by the end of the summer that I can get her to swim to the wall by herself.  I think it's a good goal.

Harley only pooped twice in the pool (so humiliating for me, not him).  He actually thought it was funny.  Weird, I know.  He is not scared of the water in the least bit.  His floaties (James calls them water wings) fall off every time he jumps in the water and he doesn't freak out at all.  He's a total fish.

Avery is just like Harley.  She puts her little face right in, blows bubbles and doesn't really care about being wet or splashed.  I'm remembering Layla being that way now.  Probably just her age.  She is such a good little baby.  Everywhere we go people want to steal her from me.  

I love my kids.   I never thought I would like them this much or enjoy doing the little things with them.   I feel so blessed to have this experience of being a mother.  I love it all.

Bye the way, I love that James adds his two cents when he can.  He made fun of me starting a blog and now he blogs way more than me.

The usual routine

I just finished the bath/book routine and I am getting the kids ready for bed while Janie is at a Relief Society meeting.  

I couldn't resist posting this picture of Harley. Janie gets really ticked when I tuck his shirt into his pants.  In fact, Harley has caught on and pulls them down after awhile.  

I also posted a picture of Avery, our runt.  She just finished one of Aunt Barb's magical cookies baked with love.  As you can see, she enjoyed herself tremendously.  She has four teeth on the bottom and two teeth on the top.   She is also pulling herself up on the couch, table and my legs.  Her little fingers are able to grab my individual leg hairs as she pulls herself up.  It is surprisingly painful.

Layla is talking me into watching a little Deadliest Catch before she goes to bed.  So I will have to sign off for now.   

Fourth of July

I just hooked up an extra wireless keyboard I had to Janie's Apple.  It reminds me why I hate this computer.  I have to relearn everything from PC.  After using non-Sunday language I actually figured out it was the batteries and not the computer.  

We spent most of yesterday in the Pool at my in-laws.  The kids were pretty wiped-out and we came home so they could take a nap before heading over to the Clark's annual 4th of July party in Red Rock Country Club to watch the fireworks.  I thought Harley was going to be disappointed because he kept saying "firetruck" when we were talking about seeing the "fireworks" during the drive over.  He loved watching the fireworks.  He kept saying to me, "did you see that," every time a firework went off.  He did a get a little nervous as some of the big fireworks went up.  I think he thought they were going to land on us.  

Anyway, I should probably go to bed since Janie is already asleep, which is unusual for her to go to be before me.  I think it is her fault for signing us up for this blog thing.  I am surprised I am actually contributing.  

Here is a little sample of Harley's moves.  I think he was a little shy when I got out the camera.  Normally, he does  a few head spins and leg kicks.