Swim

Evan started back at swim a couple weeks ago. It's exciting for me because I don't have to get in a bathing suit and get in a public pool! He is a big boy now and swims with an instructor and three other kids who are 3 + years old.

The first class, Evan screamed bloody murder. The second class, he screamed as long as he could see me through the glass, so I was asked to leave. Ha! I watched class from behind a plant and a podium.

This was his third class. He is now completely comfortable with Coach Cassie (who has "twilight" tattooed on her wrist. Oh Cassie, your job prospects are limited). He was hamming it up enough for one of the other parents to comment, "He should be on television, what a personality!"

A couple times, Mama had to tap on the glass and mouth to him to knock it off because the kid beside him was not enjoying his splashing and singing.

Potty Update: Evan pooped and peed on the potty this morning before we left the house. I put him in a swim diaper for the drive down and then when we got to swim, he sat on the potty in the car and tried, but no luck. I told him he could not poop or pee in the pool.

After class, I stripped him down by the showers and he immediately said he had to pee. Luckily, there is a bathroom right off the showers so I opened the door and he scooted right in and jumped up on the toilet and peed! Seriously, I couldn't have gone that fast. He wore undies on the way home!

When we got home, I got him nekkid from the waist down and went to put Hollan to sleep. When I came out a few minutes later, Evan excitedly told me he had pooped. Yay! Oh, wait....he had been crawling all over the furniture and had taken out about 100 Matchbox Cars. Ick. The potty in the living isn't going to work anymore. I cleaned him up and spent the next half hour wiping down furniture and disinfecting MB cars. Next up...a new potty strategy. Stay tuned.