RIP Fishie

Abby's Betta fish passed away last night. He had been with us about 6 months and we really enjoyed the little guy. She took the news well when I told her this morning. I had a feeling he was on his way out this past weak since he had been acting funny so I had been paving the way. She wanted to know who had taken fishie to heaven so I told her the angels. She didn't ask for another one yet either. There are (sadly) plenty more to save so we will see.

Water Baby

So this picture was actually supposed to be at the end of the post but I accidentally deleted it and had to re post it out of order.

Abby and her Da.

Concentrating :D

There she goes!

Hanging with Auntie L on her first boat ride pm Uncle Hughie and Aunt Elizabeth's boat.

Sleepy girl :)

So small and totally out!

Abby's Meema and Da put in a pool this past winter and Abby has essentially been in heaven. She was a little timid at first but once she figured out she wouldn't sink in her life jacket she became fairly confident and started swimming the length of the pool on her own. I on the other hand have been pretty nervous. Meema and Da don't have a pool alarm yet. It has been ordered I'm told. I have been afraid to leave Abby there without me then decided she would just have to wear a life jacket all of the time when ever I wasn't there. Okay a little extreme so have settled for when she is out by the pool or on the dock WITH EMPHASIS that she must never go out there without a grown up. We chant the rules every day. Often per her request. She will start, " Now Mommy tell me the rules for Meema's." Then starts with, "What do we always have to do?" Then waits for me to say Never go outside without a grown up and always wear your life jacket Then she adds and a bathing suit. Plus we have also added no running. She seemed to have a healthy respect for the pool and knew her limits. Meema arranged for a swiming instructor to come over and give the Grand kids swimming lessons too. Last Saturday was the first one. Abby and I were outside talking with my step sister. The instructor was due any minute. I took of her dress while talking to my stepsister. Did not put the life jacket on her per the lesson due to start any minute. I was 2 feet from the steps and while talking I look down and see that Abby had very quietly and quickly decided to go down the 4 steps on her own! She was facing us ant the water level was just over her eyes! She was bobbing a little and than sunk right in front of me.! Holy S#$T. I jumped in fully clothed and got her. She was quiet while I pounded on her back. She didn't seem to have swallowed much if any water but boy did she finally let out a scream. It's true it just takes a minute and though my step sister swears it was less than 30 seconds for the whole event to transpire it seemed like forever to me. She is fine but the episode while giving her a healthy dose of much needed fear and respect for the pool also kind of hurt the first swimming lesson. I had to go in with her and she cried and didn't participate much. After the lesson was over though she settled down and again became fairly comfortable in the pool as long as she had on her life jacket. Meema scheduled 3 extra lessons this week in addition to this Saturdays lesson. Monday and Tuesdays lessons were still rough although she did better on Tuesday. Time will tell. Also what I feared the most happened on my watch! Not my most proud parenting moment. Lesson learned too. I will never take my eyes off of her again. And now some swimming pictures ending with her first boat ride. Actually her second boat ride but she doesn't remember her first since it was so long ago so I'm calling it her first. She was pretty nervous but settled down and took a little nap.

Imaginary Friends

So tonight Abby comes up to me and says, "Mommy is this my home?" Of course it is I tell her. (Abby)"But he keeps telling me it's not."(Me)"Who is he?" (Abby)"Brudur." (Me) "Who is Brodur?" (Abby)"My friend Brudur." So she has an imaginary friend :) A few minutes later and she comes back again, "Mommy. He is still saying it." (Me) "Well you tell Brudur he is wrong and this is your home."Than I asked her what Brudur looks like?"(Abby) No answer. (Me)"How big is he?" Based on the measurements Abby indicates with her hands brudur is about 6 inches tall. As the conversation progresses I learn that Brudur also has 3 brudurs (brothers). 1 brother is 3 feet tall (again based on her hand measurements) but the other two are small like Brudur and they all sleep in the bed with us :) Later I catch her talking to herself at the table while coloring. When I ask her she tells me she is talking to her brudurs. And later while taking a shower she yells, "Hey Mom? Can you call my brudurs in for me?" Such an imagination :)