Feb. 14th, 2008

Ronan is currently attempting to pry the keys off this laptop. He's using a spoon. Crafty urchin.

He loves the pool. We're going once or twice a week. He giggles, laughs, shouts at other people, kicks his legs like mad. The lifeguards toss in small beach balls during family time. Ronan loves them and pushes, grabs, and plays with them.

We also have a great Thursday routine now. We take Tom to the gym around 5pm. Drop him off for his yoga class, then come home. I feed the dog and change into my suit and pack backpacks. Ronan and I head back to the pool around 6pm. We end up in the water around 6:30 and swim for half an hour. Tom's class is over at 7. I jump into the shower in the assisted changing room and rinse Ronan off. I then hand him off to Tom, who takes him into the cushy couch section of the men's room and dries him off and puts him in a nighttime dipe and pajamas.

Meanwhile, I go soak in the hot tub. After a few minutes, I head to the women's locker room to shower and dress. It's nice.

Today we had a great discussion with a three or four year old boy and where (exactly) Ronan poops. It was awesome. He wanted all the icky details of blow-outs. ;) He had this mock horrified expression that occasionally gave way to a gleeful smile. Kids are wonderful.

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