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fleaWhy didn't I know until now that the Looni has a free outdoor pool for anyone with an ID, and it's open 10am-9pm every day except Sunday (1pm-9pm)? Pools always seem like a luxury to me - I know lots of people take them for granted. But in this climate I consider then a goddamn blessing. I should have been hanging out in the pool 2 summers ago when largely pregnant!
We found it and took Casper there yesterday, in her new swimsuit that looks like a wetsuit (it's one of those UV-protecting ones.) (I need a new swimsuit, too - mine dates back to 1999 and the lining is starting to go. But damn, they're expensive for what you get!) She was very nervous at first - willing to dangle her feet but nothing more for a long time. She sat in mr. flea's lap at the edge, and I'd ask her if she wanted to swim and she'd say, "No." mr. flea said her heart was racing. But then some five year olds showed up (most of whom I recognized - I live in such an insular world) and she watched them swim around with their daddies, and was willing to get in my arms. At first she did the juvenile-monkey cling, but by the end she was relaxed enough to let me swoosh her from side to side in the water with her legs free, and was wet up to her neck. It's a start. I'm a little sad that she isn't a water enthusiast or bold enough to go jumping into the unknown, but she is who she is. And it would be surprising that a child of mr. flea and me would be anything but cautious.
We took mr flea's bike in for a tune-up and new tires. He hasn't ridden it since I've known him, but the man has got to have some exercise outlet. Pondering the possibility of a chair for Casper on the back. I don't have a bike myself, but was loving some of the gorgeous retro-girlie bikes from Electra they had (http://www.electrabike.com/home.html).
We found it and took Casper there yesterday, in her new swimsuit that looks like a wetsuit (it's one of those UV-protecting ones.) (I need a new swimsuit, too - mine dates back to 1999 and the lining is starting to go. But damn, they're expensive for what you get!) She was very nervous at first - willing to dangle her feet but nothing more for a long time. She sat in mr. flea's lap at the edge, and I'd ask her if she wanted to swim and she'd say, "No." mr. flea said her heart was racing. But then some five year olds showed up (most of whom I recognized - I live in such an insular world) and she watched them swim around with their daddies, and was willing to get in my arms. At first she did the juvenile-monkey cling, but by the end she was relaxed enough to let me swoosh her from side to side in the water with her legs free, and was wet up to her neck. It's a start. I'm a little sad that she isn't a water enthusiast or bold enough to go jumping into the unknown, but she is who she is. And it would be surprising that a child of mr. flea and me would be anything but cautious.
We took mr flea's bike in for a tune-up and new tires. He hasn't ridden it since I've known him, but the man has got to have some exercise outlet. Pondering the possibility of a chair for Casper on the back. I don't have a bike myself, but was loving some of the gorgeous retro-girlie bikes from Electra they had (http://www.electrabike.com/home.html).
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Date: 2005-06-13 09:58 pm (UTC)Then he sees a cool kid do it, and he espouses an opinion which is the polar opposite of his original one. Then he'll try it and decide it is almost certainly the most fun thing which has ever been done.