We took Emmet swimming at Barton Springs every Sunday this summer and spent countless hours splashing in his little pool in the backyard. We went to a weekly meetup at another Austin swimming hole and there was also our jaunt to Krause Springs. The kid L.O.V.E.S the water. We had more than one parent tell us it looked like he was really swimming. Yep, he IS that good.
Now we’ve taken on swimming lessons. We’ve been a couple of times and it is a blast. I have about 15 new songs to learn, only two of which are twists on songs I actually know. I’ll get there. I get a great leg workout because the water is no more than three feet deep and hits at about my waist. Well, you see, you hold your kid while you’re in the water. Except when I do that, Emmet is not actually in the water. So I have to squat or lunge to get him down into the water. Combine that with holding 25+ lbs and mommy is getting 30 minutes of lunges and squats. Nice! No wonder my jeans are starting to fall off.
What do swimming lessons have to do with schlepping you ask? The schlepping comes after the swimming lesson. You take wet wiggly baby and get them dried off and into a fresh diaper and clothes. Now you are left with a soggy parent. The first lesson I took my wiggly dry clothed baby into the dressing room so I could change. Said baby continually tried to crawl under the door and out of the dressing room. Have you ever tried to put jeans on when wet and trying to block a baby from crawling away? It doesn’t work so well. Once I got dressed I went and found the other mom in my class to see what her getaway strategy was. She was still in her bathing suit, with a cover up thrown on and soaking wet. That is how she left. Soaking wet and schlepping a wiggly baby and a bag of wet bathing goodness.
For lesson number two I tried her strategy. I schlepped well. Only now it’s officially Texas winter weather and today at 11am it was no more than 50 degrees. I need a new plan. While I strategize I will be thankful I am doing this in Texas winter weather and not up north real winter weather. No chance of frozen hair down here!
Any input on my new strategy is much appreciated!
We were just being silly and making faces. No, I do not feed my child cheese whiz. But I don’t judge you if you do.
The weather allows us to resume hiking once again. Yay! We recently went to an old favorite spot, Bull Creek.
We have a sweet Kelty baby carrier so Dylan can wear E while we hike. He sweats easily and this keeps he and E cooler and also keeps E sweat free. It’s a win-win. By now you’ve noticed that my husband has a penchant for wearing extremely short shorts. All. the. time. We have our friend Tim to thank for that.
One of the perks of Bull Creek is that it’s a creek. Normally it has yummy cold water flowing all along the trails. Only this year we’ve had this insane drought and what used to be a big creek is now just a bed of rocks. Nuts! The silver lining is that we were able to see how deep the deep parts really are.
The focus on this image is blech but I love how E is grabbing Dylan’s shirt so I had to include it. It melts my heart!
You can check him out on SpearMint Baby!
Here is a cute shot of Daddy and E drawing with sidewalk chalk.
Emmet is going to be Captain America for Halloween. I’ll share his DIY costume soon. What are you and/or your little going to be for Halloween?
This blog is covered with photos of Emmet and a good bit of Emmet and Dylan. There are exactly zero of Emmet and I. Time to fix that. I am setting an intention to get more shots of E & I together. This one is just after bath time and what you can’t see is that my shirt is soaked from splashing and the sharing of a dripping wet wash cloth.
Sometimes Emmet hangs out in the sink while I prep dinner. Today he did something hilarious. I guess he was thirsty?
He got a few sips from the sprayer too.
A friend recently told me that 9 months and 18 months were her favorite ages for her son so far. I’ve been thinking about which ages were my favorite and it’s really hard to pick one. Instead, I will pick a few, in chronological order:
1. The first couple weeks –
Our my hormones were all crazy and just looking at E made us me gush tears of love. Yep, I did that.
2. 2 months – I felt like I sort of had it together but had not gone back to work yet. Oh, how wonderful it was to nap with him everyday and just watch him sleep.
3. 5 months – He was throwing down developmental milestones left and right, one of which was sitting up solidly. This was about when we started spending lots of time in his little pool outside.
4. 8 months – He is soaking up everything around him and it’s so much fun to watch. I also was able to start giving him little pieces of food from my plate in addition to the babyfood I make.
What are your favorite age(s) of your kiddos?
We went pumpkin hunting today in Elgin. There were lots of pumpkins to choose from.
Our friend Dax hunted for a pumpkin too!
We went for a hay ride, a train ride and did some swinging.
Dax swang too!
Dax even rode a pony!
Emmet liked playing with the pumpkins best.
I think Emmet and Dax are buds. We can’t wait to hang with him again!
Last weekend we made the trip to Krause Springs to check out one of Central Texas’ top swimming holes. You know you’re either a) old or b) a parent when steep rickety looking stairs scare you. Turns out they were not rickety but they gave our blood pressure a good jump regardless. Of course, after we scaled them we found a much easier path down to the spring…
While it may not have been the best choice for a baby, it was quite beautiful. We were surrounded by green plants, (which are hard to come by in Texas right now) moss covered rocks and some little falls.
D and Emmet stretched out after our picnic lunch to enjoy the swimming hole sounds and take a rest. Emmet is such an eager swimmer that he gets pretty tired. Krause Springs is just under an hour drive from Austin; making for a nice short day trip. What is your favorite swimming hole in Texas?
We’ve been busy playing with some new toys, some old ones and reading our books. Emmet is now touching and feeling all the touchy-feely things in his books. It’s pretty exciting. A little less exciting is that he now plays by himself more. Even when I am being my most fun, sometimes he just wants to cruise around and ignores the toys I try to tempt him with.
We’ve also been tasting our toys…
We went to a farm and saw this sweet bike.
And this hen and her little chicks.
We started yoga class last week. Emmet did really well considering there were about 7 other littles in there and all but one of them were walking. He crawled right out into the middle of the room with the group and played. It wasn’t until thirty minutes later that he looked back at me. Thirty long minutes I waited while doing poses with one eye cracked open, waiting for him to give me that look. The look that says it’s time for me to come snatch him up and comfort him like only mommy can. After a few minutes of snuggles, he was off again chasing balls and taking in the other littles. When we came home he was in the most zen state.