It's amazing how our family dynamics can change in just one year. Really, I'm kind of blown away by it.
Case in point: swim lessons.
After the holidays I enrolled all the boys back into swim lessons. All the boys, even Marek.
Last year, I hated going to swim lessons because Jonas and Marek were on the sidelines, disobeying all the pool rules like running, and screaming, and crawling under the chairs. I spend 7 months using that hushed whisper Mama voice repeating over and over again "If you boys don't straighten up I'll take away every single toy you've ever had or wished you had." It pretty much sucked and I'd leave lessons frazzled two nights a week.
But, this year is so dramatically different.
Jonas' teacher called him a fish. A what? A fish? This from the 4-year-old boy who sat down one night and absolutely refused to swim ever again, and made good on that promise for the entire winter. A fish. Huh.
And Marek just passed his class and Soren has moved on to perfecting all his strokes.
And me. I actually just finished an entire book. I know! It's now 35 minutes of bliss.
What should I read next?