A couple of weeks ago my family and I packed up and had a little road trip out to Texas. Texas is where my parents live, and you know how grandparents are about their grandkids. They gotta see them. And so, every summer we head over there, to eat their food for a week and, if you are my kids, live in the pool.
This is the summer my eight year old started to really swim. The pool at my parents house is 9 feet deep and Victoria just decided it was no thang. Over and over, from one of the pool to the other, no flotation device. One of us was always right there but she made it known we needn’t be.
Meanwhile this one, my Lizzy, decided to hell with it, and FINALLY started holding her breath and putting her whole head under water. And she’s so light that she can barely keep hold herself under. She would grab my hands and put them on her hips and say “hold me under when I go down!”. Um yeah. That’s a natural feeling for a mother! Let me just hold your head under the water kid, since you’re too itty bitty to do it yourself.
Also high on everyone’s Summer to-do list: Lovin’ on some Scooby. My parents dog, so I guess my girls’ granddog. Scooby, despite her brute face, is a sweet old lady. Just the sweetest girl ever, the type of animal that will sleep standing up next to my bed so my hand will reach her. She only does that the night before I leave though, because of her mad women’s intuition game.