Swim lesson highlights thus far...

I finished my third session swim lessons this morning, which means I am halfway done with teaching lessons for the summer. There have definitely been some funny moments that I thought I would share. Working with three year olds on a daily basis confirms my belief that three year olds are a whole different species from the rest of humans, they sure are funny though.

My top ten:

10. Watching any number of students attempt the butterfly stroke for the first time. Bless their awkward little body convulsions.

9. The little boy, goggled and geared up ready to go, who would greet me every morning with a handshake and a "It's nice to see you again." He was five.

8. Little girl who no matter what bathing suit I was wearing would say "Ooooh... that is my favorite color. I love that swimsuit." Black, blue, red, you name it. She really liked me.

7. The same girl as above who came up to me in the middle of class and full of smiles tells me that the water makes her tickle...(just guess at which inappropriate body part she was pointing at when she told me this)

6. "Oh, oh, my wee-wee!" Another little boy after practicing gliding. I'm telling you, three year olds have no filter.

5. Brighton. A little boy who would arrive way too early for his class every day, so he would proceed to follow me around during the class I was in the middle of teaching and shoot me creepy smiles while saying random things like "My dad has a truck..." Okay?

4. The boy who would cry and try to climb out of the pool every time I looked at him or tried to talk to him. It's so nice to be loved.

3. The really overweight ten year old in my level one class (the rest were five year old girls) who would grunt loudly every time I tried to make him kick or paddle or even float...I mean floating doesn't even require exertion.

2. Trying to carry as many toddlers as possible at once down the waterslides while trying to also convince them all that we were not going to die and that they were actually having fun, despite the fact that they were screaming for their mommies.

1. The best moment of all time...Picture this..a class of four, three year old boys. I decide to let them try out lifejackets, thinking this will be something fun and new. Well, I get three of them strapped in and let them start swimming while I turn around to strap on the last one. All of a sudden I hear screaming and crying. The first three boys have managed to flip over onto their backs without any idea how to flip back over onto their tummies and are floating out to the deep end. All three of them are balling. Plus, all the parents are watching. Luckily, they found the situation just as funny as I did. I was sure I had scarred them for life, but then I learned another great truth about three year olds...their capacity for holding grudges is just about equal to their attention spans.

Camping

Last week we went camping in American Fork Canyon with Mitch and Ashlee. It was really beautiful and green. We lucked out and got an awesome spot, even though we had to cross a creek to get to it...you should have seen Chris and Mitch throwing things across the water, including our full cooler. Mitch kept assuring us girls that it was ok and he wouldn't drop anything because he's a football player. The night was full of adventures, from the drunk girl named Lexi who kept trying to invite us to come drink some drinks with her for her birthday, to the one man tent and queen size air mattress that all four of us slept on. Yes, it was quite an interesting night. It was ok for Ash and I since we were squeezed in the middle, but I am pretty sure both of the boys spent little to no time actually asleep or even touching the air mattress. I wish I had taken a picture of the set-up. But here are some pictures from our adventure.


I think this picture is so typical of us...Me trying to tell a stupid joke or something and Chris patting me on the back and saying "Ok...sure, dear..." or something equally supportive.

The newest (and prettiest) member of our family

We finally bought a new car!! She is a true beaut! She is a '96 BMW 318 ti...I have absolutely no idea what that means, but I think she is really cute. The only problem now is that she is a manual transmission which means I have to re-learn how to drive a stick. I am just excited to be done with Julio finally...those of you who know who Julio is will totally understand. The girls I used to nanny liked to call Julio, "P.O.C.", acronym for "piece of crap." This is a welcome change.