Little Swimmer

Here's a very low quality video of Talulah during play time after her swimming lesson last week. (She's the one in purple with the ponytails.)

The kid's FEARLESS with water. Seriously. Her teacher always had to keep a close eye on her because she was always trying to venture off into the great beyond (read: deep end). I'm pretty sure she thinks she's a stellar swimmer... And she IS.... For a three year old with only one un-parented swimming lesson under her belt. But, still not quite up there with the "I'm able to stay alive if I'm alone in a pool" folks. 

Anyway, here's a little peek at Talulah doing her thing. Some of her stellar swimming is close to the end of the video so you'll have to be a little bit patient. :)

Enjoy!

Another "First"

Usually these firsts are something exciting to announce! Something to cross off of an ever expanding list.

Well, Talulah had another first last night. Two of them actually... Unfortunately, they are two we could have done without. Her fist trip to the Emergency Room and her first (two) stitches.

I got a call at work from the daycare saying that, while playing outside, Talulah was pushed by another kid. She fell off a ledge and gashed the back of her head. I left work and got to daycare as fast as I could. They had cleaned up her blood and tried to get her to relax until I got there, but Talulah (being Talulah) didn't need to relax. So, they put a dressing on her head (with a toque over top) and she went back to playing. It was still bleeding a bit when I got there, and it was a big enough gash that it needed to be looked at.

She was excited for swimming lessons that night because Daddy was going to watch too! So, I called Daddy to tell him there would be no swimming lessons because we were heading to the hospital. I filled him in and he decided to come and meet us.

The nurse in triage took a look and said it would probably need to be closed so she put some numbing gel on and bandaged her up for the wait to see a doctor. The bandage went all the way around Talulah's head... It looked pretty darn cute - and Talulah was super happy because they let her keep what was left of the roll of gauze to play with.

We only waited a couple of hours before we got to see the doctor. Talulah was stellar, but definitely bored. We had to bust out the Netflix on my phone to keep her from climbing the walls. The doctors came and put two stitches in the back of Talulah's head and she didn't cry or struggle at all. Such a tough little cookie!

Here are some photos to record two more of Talulah's firsts. She's so funny. I'm sure these situations are much harder on us than they are on her.

Watching the fish in the waiting room.

 Happy Lula! (So tough)

Cutie.

The scene of the crime.

Right before they stitched her up.

Snuggling with Mommy after we got home.

TMI? Maybe... Funny? Heck yes!

Talulah and I frequently shower together. Or rather, I have a shower and Talulah stops whatever she's doing to strip down and join me. (And, by "join me" I mean monopolize all of the hot water so I get to shiver in the corner trying to lather myself clean.)

Anyway... one particular shower (this is where the TMI comes in - brace yourselves) it had been a while since I shaved, well, anything. Talulah noticed in her own little Talulah way.

A couple of days later we were grocery shopping. More specifically in the crowded produce section of our grocery store and Talulah pipes up loudly, "Mommy, you have hair on your BUM?".

FREEZE... Panic.... I reply out of sheer humiliation and also to clarify to the complete strangers who could care less about the state of my bum, "No I don't!".

Silence. I'm blushing but trying to act cool as a cucumber.

Then again, just as loudly as before, Talulah pipes up for round two.

"On your paaaaaaaa-nis?"





Sigh.




And the rest of the conversation went as follows:

Mommy: No Talulah. Mommy doesn't have a penis.

Talulah: Just baby Gus?

Mommy: Yes, baby Gus has a penis because he's a boy.

Talulah: And how 'bout my Dad?

Mommy: (Seriously? This is what we're talking about while grocery shopping??) Yes Talulah. Your Dad is a boy too.

Talulah: But not me. I'n a girl. I don't have a penis. (then VERY loud and proud) I have a 'GINA.




And that was that. Oh, wait. Forgot one thing... Later while we were standing in line (probably with some witnesses to our previous conversation) Talulah had a teensy little toot, looked at the cashier and said ever so sweetly, "S'cuse me. Dat's my bum!"

At least the girl's got manners, even if her filter's broken.