Do you think my kid could use a bigger pool? Or even one of those plastic ones with a built in slide instead of our redneck contraption here?
There’s not even any room to splash in this thing.
She doesn’t mind, trust me. We’re talking about a kid who won’t even lay down in the bathtub. This super chill girl is more than content to sit and soak her feet. But really, once we put the slide and the ring and the kid in the pool, there’s not much room for anything else.
Oh my goodness, this teeny weeny pool just drives it home to me. How in the world did she already outgrow this? This was last year’s swimming pool, the smallest they made. Because after all, she was pretty small. A one year old, practically a wittle baby.
But not anymore, now she’s a whole year older and apparently a whole lot bigger. This summer I pulled out the little plastic guy and discovered many little puppydog teeth marks that were keeping it from holding water. Never underestimate the power of duct tape. After a few little patches here and there, it’s just like a brand new one. Since the weather was relatively warm, we (meaning EK) dove right in.
Summertime and the living is easy. We don’t get very many days here that are hot enough to endure that icy cold water straight from the hose kind of swimming, so we got to take advantage of it while we can.
Just today I saw a post on pinterest that said something along the lines of “Don’t save things for special occasions. Today is a special occasion.” How true.
Just watching my little girl sing in the pool with not a care in the world for either of us makes today a special occasion.
Maybe tonight we’ll eat our ramen noodles off the fine china.
I almost titled this post Home, Shit, Home. A name my husband called one of our former residences, but I would be lying. It is Home, Sweet, Home to the max. Yes, I just reverted to my high school era. It happens.
After being gone for 11 days over the holidays, I literally kissed the ground when we arrived home. We’ve lived here in this new town, new state for one year now and it’s strange, because I haven’t really felt like it’s home. But I’ve received confirmation now that truly it is, and I am embracing it as my home instead of a temporary stop on life’s journey.
EK was sure glad to get home too. I’m not sure which of us was most excited. She was homesick while we were away, and kept saying she wanted to go to Emma’s house. It’s hard to try to explain to an almost 2 year old that we’d be back soon. Their sense of time and ours has got to be so different. Do you remember being little and it seemed like time was ETERNITY. Waiting took FOREVER.
When we pulled into our town, it was dark and she was sitting in the back playing on my phone. Suddenly we heard her say with all the enthusiasm in the world, “OH WE AT EMMA’S HOUSE!” She recognized the path home. We turned another corner and we heard, “OH, YES WE ARE!” Then a bit further, “I KNEW IT!”
We walked in the door and she ran around seeing everything for the first time, “OH THERE’S MY PURPLE CHAIR! OH THERE’S MY CAR! OH, THERE’S MY BICYCLE.”
Pure joy and happiness.
From both of us.
And on an added note, I want to say the weather here is paradise compared to the Texas panhandle. A year ago, I wouldn’t have believed it myself. What? The mountains? Isn’t it cold there? But I have become a believer. It’s funny, many of the locals around here THINK it’s cold and I want to tell them to go visit Pampa, Texas for a few days and then come back. I think they’ll be singing a different tune.
Me? I’m staying home.