I’m not gonna lie, Eli. Mommy loves this time of year. Sure, I might complain about it being hot, but there is just so much more to do.
I signed you up for swim lessons this month. The first day it was storming terribly, so they had to move the lessons indoors. I knew when we first walked inside that it might be a rough morning. It was loud, oh. so. LOUD. and you were in a completely new environment. The lesson was slated to last for 30 minutes, and for the first half, you cried. You cried so hard, that you made other kids cry. I was so worried that I’d ruined you on the whole swimming thing. But, the next day, we were outside. and you had a blast.
Since those lessons, we’ve spent SO many hours at the pool. There were only a few days this month that we didn’t make it over there. I decided last week that I would start bringing your lifejacket (the one that you HATED so much last month) down with us. Honestly, it was mostly for my benefit. You’re heavy. Even in the buoyancy of the water. You LOVE the jacket now. And, last night, you decided that you didn’t need my help holding you up anymore. You swam the length of the pool several times. I swam along with you, of course. But you did it All By Yourself. Singing “I SWIMMIN” the whole way.
One Saturday afternoon, Daddy and I busted out the sidewalk chalk and let you go to town drawing on the driveway and garage floor. Most of what you drew were just scribbles. You drew a “cup” which was pretty interesting. But my favorite was the face you drew. You’ve drawn several faces since - some happy, some sad. Some were even crying, you said. But every single one is better than the last. You’re my little artist.
We took you to your first baseball game. Indianapolis has a Minor League team called the Indians. Their park is downtown, and there’s a pretty big lawn area where you can bring your blankets and a picnic basket and just chill while watching the game. A couple of your friends were there, and you all had so much fun running around. I can’t wait until you’re actually interested in the game. I have tons of good memories of going to baseball games as a kid.
This last weekend, we celebrated the 4th of July. Friday evening, some neighbors were outside shooting off fireworks. They were close enough and loud enough that they woke you up. The noise scared you, so we pulled you into the front bedroom and we sat in the window and watched. You were completely mesmerized. You kept saying they were awesome - and they were. They shot off a few bottle rockets in between, and I said something about how “that was weak.” You caught on, and if the firework didn’t meet your expectation, you’d say it was weak. Each evening over the weekend, you were lucky enough to get to see a few really awesome fireworks.
After you enjoyed those fireworks so much, Daddy and I decided that we would take you to your first Real fireworks show. Westfield’s show was July 3rd, so we kept you up late (waaaaay late) and headed out. It was a great show. But you were tired, and they were loud. I think you really did enjoy it, but there were a few times that you said you wanted to go home. Of course, that could have been the fact that you took a short nap, and you were already out 2 hours past your bedtime.
Last night, it was a very quiet night. None of the houses around us were firing anything off. But, not even 15 minutes after you went down, I heard you crying. I decided to go check on you, and sure enough, you were standing in your crib with huge tears running down your cheeks. I asked you what was wrong. You replied “Fireworks, I wanna go see them.”
Yes. I’d say you enjoyed them. So much so, I am wondering if we’ll ever get you back on a sleep schedule.
I love you, Buster,
Love, Mommy.
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