Rainy Days and Sundays
My friend and I were planning to take our children swimming today. However, it's 330PM and it's drizzling. I got a call from her worried about the rain. There's still an hour more before I decide if I want cancel swimming.My three little ones pictured above loves the sprinkler area next to the swimming pool. That is where I spent 5 hours last Friday, 3 hours last Wednesday, and the previous days before that...are you getting the picture? They love it! I cannot catch up on reading while we're there because if I take my eyes off my kids, I am convinced transport themselves outside the fence.
Even when I stayed 5 hours in the sprinkler park, my 3 y/o still threw a fit when we left. There's a lesson to be learned here. It goes along the line of showing up before they close so the water's off when we leave and there can be no doubt that the park is truly closed.
The rain had stopped, we might go after all. I have gotten used to stuffing my 5'2" (barely) in a swimsuit. I am 142 point something pounds. I need 40 of those off. Someday. When my baby's done breastfeeding, I can work on it. Maybe run away from it. He's now 16 months. This is the longest I have ever breastfeed anyone. He's the last child, so I am enjoying his babyhood. There's won't be anymore.
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