The first day of Spring Break was spent sledding and playing outside. Yesterday Scott and I decided to surprise Robby with a trip to the indoor water park. I've come to accept that my daily goal has become tiring out Robby so that he sleeps well, affording me precious quiet time at night and in the early morning to get my work done!
teasing a big surprise all morning, Robby finally "guessed" the
surprise correctly. Of course, the fact that both Scott and I were
wearing our swim suits and I was holding his goggles probably helped him
figure it out. (We realized that we needed to provide clues when his
first guesses included going to cowboy school and visiting a koopa
farm.) Thankfully the disappointment of foregoing cowboy school (again)
was short lived when he realized that we were going swimming.
our swimsuits under our sweats and carrying an armful of towels and my
swim leg (which oddly enough both boys get a hoot out of carrying into
the aquatic center), we set out for an afternoon of swimming fun. Robby
was grinning ear to ear as soon as his first toe touched the water. I
just love seeing him so authentically happy!
Robby and I went
down the corkscrew water slide at least 20 times. Considering that it
was 44 steps to the top of the slide, we did a lot of climbing. The fact
that I was wearing my water leg, which provides no flexion or energy
return, made traversing the slippery stairs an impressive feat. Robby
was even amazed by my climbing abilities offering me a congratulatory
fist bump each time we made it to the top of the slide.
weren't climbing and sliding, Robby loved practicing his swimming
strokes (including the dreaded "Tarzan" stroke from swim class) and
playing in the water obstacle course. He was a bundle of energy and
movement for nearly three hours until our day came to an abrupt end.
Apparently somebody (I'm hoping a child) defecated in the pool. The area
was evacuated and the pool was closed for the rest of the afternoon.
was disappointed when we had to leave the water and made us promise
that we would return to swim again when "the poop is cleared away."
After three hours of swimming, Scott and I thought that Robby would be
tired out. As it turn out, Robby was raring to go for the rest of the
evening, and Scott and I were both exhausted. So much for my plan of his
going to bed early and my working. At one point I was fairly certain he
was going to be tucking me into bed.