Shady

He is learning so many little things. He knows that a hat goes on his head. He knows that the toothpaste goes on the toothbrush...and the toothbrush goes in his mouth. He knows that the doorbell means "Quick! Someone is here! Go to the door!"
And he knows that his new sunglasses will entertain all that see him...and that he looks pretty damn cool.

Him Swim.

We went to the pools last week. A fabulous Aquatic Centre in Sydney. Cooper had never been in a pool before, despite owning every inflatable devise available & numerous lycra shorties. When I saw all the H2O fun on offer I immediately morphed into a 12 year old. "Oh My God!" I squealed to my 6 year old nephew..."There's a WATER-SLIDE!!"

I felt horribly self conscious in my One Piece. I draped Cooper & his floating chair strategically across my torso & waded into the chaos. My little duck wasted no time. He was buoyant & kicking within moments. I was the proudest Mummy. Cooper fluttered wet eyelashes & bared every one of his 8 teeth, a fixed grin that could not be dimmed. We moved over to the rapids & whizzed round, round, round. The heaving throng of fellow floaters did not rattle him. Splashing waves rolled over his face.
He. Loved. It.
We stayed in the water until we were wrinkled.
I took the bigger kids on the water-slide, barrelling through the green tube. I thundered out the end with a huge splash. Water up my nose, hair in my mouth & lycra up my bum cheeks.
I swaggered out of pool, wedgie on display. Nobody took any notice of me. Apparently my giant arse was the least interesting item in the Aquatic Centre.
And that, my dear friends....was fine with me.