A family portrait

Take a look at this photo. See anyone familiar? In fact, this seemingly random configuration of blocks is actually a well-thought-out portrait of our family. Matt and I can't sign our name to this artwork, nor can Kalina, although I bet she was your first thought. No--little Elise is the one who has figured out how to design representations of real objects using materials at hand. She's the one behind this, and, fortunately, she explained her picture to me as she went.

While Kalina was playing in the yard with the neighbor girl (a feat astounding in itself!), Elise and I pulled out these blocks to entertain ourselves. We possibly would've conquered something more productive, such as the putting away of the laundry, had we not both been awake for two hours last night, nor napped very well (if at all). Magnetic picture blocks for us.

Elise swiftly and decidedly grabbed the large purple circle first, and plunked it onto the board. Next came another purple block, then the two small yellow circles.

"Elise!" she told me, pointing to her work. Wow--a self-portrait! I was already impressed, but it got better.

The girl added a blue arc, calling it a rainbow. Next, she put a medium-sized blue circle into place. "What's that?" I wondered. Elise, not offended that I couldn't interpret her masterpiece, told me it was her tongue, then demonstrated. After that, another blue piece for "hair," a green piece that she labeled a "shh!" (likely something having to do with sleeping), and a small orange square, which she since grabbed and held in her hand because, as she told me, it's Bear. All of these matched up quite anatomically--even the little orange square Bear, when originally placed, was where Elise's hand would be, as if it were being held.

After this, she slowed down, so I made her pose for a picture, which she obligingly did. Then it was on to Kalina.

We made a mini leaf pile for
Lamby and Pink Bear, and then
I convinced the girls to pose in it
for me.

Elise plunked down a couple pieces for Kalina (yellow square for her head, orange trapezoid thing for hair, yellow arc for, I'm assuming, arms or a body). Then she gave Kalina a purple "rainbow," and immediately realized her mistake. Fortunately, magnetic Kalina was happy to trade Elise for the blue one (pictured). Magnetic Elise was then granted three other purple rainbows, earning herself quite a collection.

Kalina received an orange rectangle that Elise was careful to point out represented shoes--one on each short end. The green thing is a "shh" and the orange square I can only assume is Lamby, or whichever stuffed animal Kalina happens to be carrying at the time.

I then convinced Elise to make Daddy. She began with a green circle (the girls have assigned Daddy green as his favorite color--it is not) and added seemingly random shapes until she was finished. To me, he looks like a hummingbird; to Matt, like a handgun.

"What about Mommy?" I hoped for something cute. Elise reluctantly, yet full of good will, handed me a yellow zigzag--no more, no less. There were, by the way, plenty of blocks left.

"Can we put it on the board and I'l. get a picture?" My request was not granted until about the fourth time, and even then I was shoved into a corner (I'd originally placed myself in the wide open space next to Daddy). I took my picture before she could change her mind.

Then we made an elephant, which Elise added the trunk to, demonstrating to me with her arm how it was used.

Am I right to be astonished?

The Elk Park adventure

Those of us who have been to Lone Elk Park with us will appreciate this video, which Matt put together from the footage from last Sunday's visit. The rest of you might think it's pretty cool, too!

Purple party!

Purple food, purple chair
purple everything!

When asked what she wanted to do for her birthday, Elise's answer has been, invariably, purple. With this instruction, it wasn't hard to pull together a sweet purple party for the girl. What good taste she has! We set out to make it a very purple day for Elise.

Mix at Six!

It all started with a purple cake, which was baked at 6:30 in the morning because, well, why wouldn't you be baking a birthday cake that early on a Saturday? What else would you be doing? We both enjoyed the project, and so did Grandma, who was our guest of honor for the weekend and was happy to join in on the fun. Because what else would you do at 6:30 a.m.? I'm still not sure.

At the Botanical Garden
with Grandma!

A Kalina spider showing
Grandma the ropes
at the garden.

Second possibly only to purple, Elise loves the pouring, mixing and tasting that go along with baking, so the project was a success even before the cake was in the oven, and even before it was frosted with purple icing, or decorated with two purple candles.

After a breakfast of purplish cereal in a purple bowl, complete with a purple cup of (white) milk, Elise and the rest of us were on our way to the botanical garden for a little pre-party outdoor fun. It's an amazing place, and both girls enjoyed showing Grandma the ropes (quite literally, in Kalina's case).

Elise-bee gathering nectar.

And then it was business as usual, as we enjoyed a little lunch and a little nap. When she turns 3, she'll be allowed to skip the nap on her birthday--but definitely not at 2.

Elise arrived downstairs a couple hours later to a fabulously purple decorating job completed by her own personal elves--Daddy and Kalina. Purple streamers and balloons were everywhere! Just as exciting, there was purple popcorn to be made! We'd already prepared fresh-squeezed (non-purple) lemonade and some purple fruits, plus Daddy was getting ready to fire up the grill for hot dogs and hamburgers, at the birthday girl's request.

And then our next guest arrived--Grandpa Tom, back from a long vacation, which made his entrance that much more exciting. After a quick purple snack, Kalina and Elise dug into the presents, purple and non-purple alike.

Elise and her friend and a present.

Soon afterward, both girls were dressed in matching purple outfits and exclaiming over new toys. And then we headed outside to watch for our other guests--a little girl a little younger than Elise and her mom. Which made a big enough party for our new 2-year-old.

The birthday girl's dinner of choice included hot dogs and finally, the much-awaited purple cake.

Which almost caused more trouble than it was worth, as I had to tell Elise "no, not yet" about a dozen times, almost ruining her special day, before I could finally announce, "It's time for the cake!"

Elise joining in with the
singing.

Frankly, I'm amazed Elise was able to keep her fingers out of it as we lit the candles. The candles did get accidentally blown out before we could sing (not sure if Elise or her sister was the culprit, as both were blowing as hard as they could--although Kalina has better aim).

Once we reminded the little girl it was time for her happy birthday song, she started us off before smiling around at all of us, distracted a bit from the purple frosting. Then, we were all glad for Kalina's help or else the candles might never have been extinguished.

Finally allowed to dig in
with her finger!

Elise dug in with her finger, which I didn't even try to replace with a spoon. She combed every bit of purple frosting from her slice of cake--but left most of the rest, even though she had gratefully devoured tastes of the batter that morning.

There were still a few presents left, and as some of them were books, they transitioned us smoothly to bedtime. We said goodbye to guests, then brought the purple party to an official end (our house, however, remains decorated). 


What a purple day! We had so much fun wishing our daughter the purplest of birthdays, and many purple returns. Purple!

More purple!

And even more. There was
more but it didn't get
photographed. Oops!

Two Cute Elise

Elise's cheeks are so poofy
because she's saying "cheese."

Today, for the first or maybe second time (I know, gross!) I sent Elise's beloved Pink Bear through the washer. She was unaware, having previously determined that the only place she wanted to give Pink Bear a bath was in Kalina's pretend bathtub.

But it had to be done: thanks to Pink Bear's grayish-brownish "I've been loved SO much" tint, she was barely living up to her name anymore.

The bear emerged sweet-smelling and genuinely rosy, except for her nose, which was still gray with love and probably always will be. Elise never suspected a thing, but was simply happy to see her friend again.

The transformation of Pink Bear back to her cheery self reminded me of another transformation--that of my little girl herself who is, in fact, two years old!

Good thing Kalina was
around to help with the
presents!

This actually comes as a bit of a surprise--after all, Elise just turned one, it seems to me, and I've been thinking of her as one for a whole year now. But the facts are all there: Elise can form short sentences, pedal a trike when the wind is with her, recognize some letters sometimes, sing, put on a sock, balance on high places without falling off, draw, feed a fish and so much more. Yup, I guess she's two.

Elise, herself, seemed to be every bit as averse to turning two as I was to see it happen. Although she's highly in favor of birthdays, it took her a long time to get used to the fact that she'd soon be encountering an identity shift.

"How old will you be on your birthday, Elise?"
"One." (Holding up one pudgy little finger)
"Actually, you'll be two! Big girl!" (Holding up two fingers)
"No!" (Shaking her head, offended) "One." (One finger)

Chocolate cupcake with
sprinkles, eaten entirely
with fingers. Perfect.

It took a few weeks to get the concept across, and now Elise seems resigned to her two-year-old status, even if she forgets sometimes. And she seems positively thrilled with all of her two-year-old accomplishments, which she almost seems to have been cramming in as her birthday has approached.

Yes, the girl talks up a storm--or at least, a nice breeze, anyway. She's just beginning to freely use full sentences, but can easily put several words together, especially if one of them is "purple."

She also runs around the yard, balances, climbs, swings and generally explores every bit as adeptly as a two-year-old should. Which means that several times a day she takes Mommy's breath away as she either treks to the top of a giant twisty slide (and not using the stairs, mind you), or plummets onto pavement (for a while, she had a permanent skinned knee that she was rather proud of and hardly bothered by).

Elise listens patiently to long stories, sings her own little alphabet song, composed mostly of vowels, and counts to two, or higher with a little help. She recognizes some letters, especially an E, and possibly her own name. She's known all her colors for a long time, and can distinguish between lights and darks, plus she seems to know her shapes.

Of course, there are the less tangible things, too. Elise loves to be happy, and tries to whenever she doesn't have to be upset about the fact that she's not allowed to stand on the countertop, for instance. And yet, even if she is standing on the countertop, and flashing me her giant, "Look what I can do!" grin, and giggling, there's little chance I can possibly get upset with her. I bet you couldn't, either.

Elise would happily dye herself purple, and dresses up whenever possible. She's recently been seen wearing a necklace as a belt, a box as a hat, shorts as a necklace, a bracelet as an anklet, a blanket as a dress, a breadstick as a ring, a headband as a belt, sunglasses as a shoe, a sock as a mitten, Kalina's pajama pants, my flip-flops, Daddy's belt, stickers all over her tummy, and so forth. Not all at once, thank goodness. And she likes to look in the mirror. It could be that the toddler is more image-conscious than the rest of us combined, but at least she's cute enough to justify it.

What else? The toddler loves to stand on her head (feet firmly planted on the ground), and watch the world go by. She'll happily join in any interesting activity, from dusting to watering plants to scattering puzzle pieces across the floor. She loves to wake up anyone or anything that's sleeping (even if they're just pretending), and call animals by emitting a loud shriek (which rarely attracts anything). Among her absolute favorite activities are playing with water and coloring, both of which she'll do pretty much indefinitely when uninterrupted. She also likes to catch pretend fish, reeling them in, showing them off (they're always purple) and tossing them back. Elise is amazingly good at sharing, which even at two, she occasionally does voluntarily and without panicking.

Perhaps no one has noticed the overall transformation in Elise more than Kalina, who now routinely seeks her out as a playmate instead of stashing all of her toys in high places, as was the custom for much of Elise's second year. Although Kalina doesn't always cheer when Elise gets up from her nap, she always has a giant hug for the little one after preschool, gives her lovely glider rides on the swingset and hands over anything purple without question. What more could Elise ask?

It's interesting to see, too, that some things don't change--since Day 1, Elise has been an avid observer of the world around her. Little gets by this girl, which can be a plus or a minus depending on whether you're trying to potty train her or hide your chocolate chip cookie from her. This means that she's a great learner, and can mimic everything from Olympic diving to a cat.

It's true, Elise has shaken things up in our little household. And while we, like Pink Bear, might be a bit grayer around the nose (or hair) for it, we can't help feeling a whole lot of love.

Happy second birthday, Sweetie! We love you!

First Day of Big Girl Preschool

Kalina picked her whole
outfit by herself!

 First there was gentle-separation preschool. Then there was "big kid" gentle-separation preschool. And on Tuesday, Kalina began preschool for real--no mommies, lots of crafts.

We'd been talking about it for a long time. I wasn't sure whether to break the news slowly months ahead of time, or to bring it up on the way. Parenting lore will tell you it's much better to prepare the child, but for Kalina that often equates to pre-event hysterical anxiety, and sometimes she swims better when tossed into the ice-cold pool without too much time to worry about how to kick and paddle at the same time (theoretically, of course). So we talked about it a little, but not too much.

Despite the fact that Kalina can already compose rhyming poetry, find several states on a map and tie knots, we'll be keeping her from kindergarten until she's 6, just to give her a better start. That means two years of preschool, so this year we're taking it easy. Kalina will be attending twice a week, for 2 1/2 hours each day. That's plenty for all of us, plus we'll still be able to make appearances at library storytime and all the rest. Besides, we'll miss her, and she'll miss us.

The backpack.

Kalina's mood leading up to her first day has been:
1. Denial ("I'm not going to preschool.")
2. Anger ("I'm stressed but don't understand why, so I'll take it out on my little sister and/or Mommy.")
3. Bargaining ("I will only go to Magic House preschool.")
4. Depression ("I'm sad but I don't understand why, so I'll take it out on my little sister and/or Mommy.")
5. Acceptance? ("Lamby is going to big-kid preschool without me because I got a new job and I have to be at work all day.")

On the Thursday prior, we attended a visitation day. I'm not sure who was more nervous in the days and hours before: me or Kalina. Elise was pure excitement--as long as I promised to be by her side. Kalina would rather have stayed home.

We entered the room and found it a zoo--lots of parents and siblings, and a handful of actual preschoolers. The kids were:
1. Happily playing with toys and other kids
2. Quietly passing the time with toys
3. Being introduced, sometimes against their will, to other kids

On a visit to Des Moines
for Matt's work trip, staying
with friends Allison and James

We met one girl who seemed about as enthusiastic as Kalina (not very), and another who eyed her as a potential playmate. I was glad to see that the class was divided about 50/50, unlike her previous class, which contained exactly 1 other girl. It was cute to see how many of the boys gravitated toward the blocks and cars, whereas most of the girls spent significant time with the dolls (no boys came close to that corner of the room). We saw the circle time rug, and the playground from the classroom window, plus several books that we also have at home.

Much to my relief, the teacher was warm, friendly and a self-proclaimed goofball. I think Kalina will like her quite a bit--the girl even politely said "hi" when prompted (I anticipated the cold shoulder). Overall, the visit was a success--but would the first day be?


Kalina's animals, too, have been attending school on occasion, as have Kalina and Elise during playtime. It goes fine when we pretend. They're always a little nervous at first, but are soon put to rights by circle time and playground time.

Inside a teepee framework
at Living History Farms!

With all this preparation,I started to get a bit more optimistic about how Kalina's first day would go, but couldn't shake the memories of kicking and screaming and prying from summer camp.

Kalina couldn't have been in a better mood the morning of her first day. We'd packed her backpack and laid out an outfit the day before, and she got dressed with little or no fuss (remarkable). She accessorized herself--also a rarity.

The girl regularly mentioned that she was nervous, but we were able to talk through her fears with a greater amount of logic than I would've expected from a 4-year-old. She was thrilled to know that God would be going to preschool with her.

The pioneer cabin. Notice
that Elise is letting Allison
hold her!

Kalina's cheer lasted all the way into her classroom, at which point she burst into a flood of anxious tears. But she was soon calmed by some markers, then a box of stuffed animals and finally a light table. We were still playing with the light table when I looked up and realized I was just about the only parent in the room and it really was time to say goodbye. It was one of those, "This is as hard for me as it is for you" parenting moments, but the kind teacher saved the day by guiding Kalina back to the animals as I guided Elise out the door. I listened in the hallway until I was sure I couldn't hear crying anymore (so, all of 2-3 minutes). All the other parents smiled sympathetically, and I knew I was in a good place.

And then? Elise and I had a little too much fun at Target and the shoe store. Shortly after I'd gotten everything unloaded at home, it was time to go get Kalina.

Petting a calf!

"Some parts were kind of okay!!!" Kalina told me ecstatically when I'd pushed through the crowd of parents to her side. Then she hugged me about a dozen times. While we'll never know everything that happened at preschool, I do know that:
-She thought there was a centipede in the "fun house," and that it was going to pinch her, so she had a conversation with her teacher about it.
-She made two friends. She doesn't know their names, and she didn't play with them, but one found her bracelet after it had been missing, and they had a little conversation about it. Not sure why the other one is her friend, other than the fact that she's a girl who happened to be standing in close proximity to us when I picked Kalina up.
-The playground was a little bit boring, but it also cheered her up.
-They had shark cookies for snack (it was one boy's birthday today).
-Best of all, she wants to go back!

A word with Elise

Elise caught a fish!

What's going on in Elise's mind? The past few months have revealed such treasures as: "Purple purple purple," and "Look hop-hop" ("Look at the bunny!") and much more. I love knowing what's passing through my kids' minds--and usually they're eager to share, sometimes too willing, in the case of dark thoughts against their sister, for instance.

And I'm happy to say that, only a few months after the childhood development expert thought Elise should be stringing two words together, she has finally begun doing just that--and more! In fact, I imagine the little tyke would be well on her way to becoming a chatterbox if she didn't have an older sister who dominates Mommy's mind and mouth by demanding answers for, "What do helicopters do that's different from airplanes?" and "What do kittens need?" (Yes, we still occasionally brainstorm kittens' needs, and attempt to meet every single one.).

The cousins visited! And
went to the zoo with us!

But what does a nearly 2-year-old have to talk about? Purple, needing a drink, wanting to go outside, not wanting to wear shoes outside, putting Bear down for a nap, missing Daddy at work, and, of course, MOMMY (I'm flattered!).

Not only that, but the toddler demands to be taken seriously. Gone are the days when I can chalk "I want that purple lollipop" (or something similar) up to baby babble. Now, I must answer each request, even if it just about kills both of us ("No, you may not have the purple lollipop right now, let's go do a puzzle." "Waaaahhhh!"--Elise still sometimes resorts to "baby talk!").

And then there are the times when she demands to not be taken seriously. For instance, Elise's first joke, which gets repeated mercilessly and has even been taken up by her big sister at times:
Elise (pointing at Mommy and grinning): Daddy!
And we all laugh uproariously, Mommy and Daddy because we think Elise is cute and are glad she's not screaming, Kalina because she's young enough to actually think the joke is funny, and Elise because she's making all of us laugh, plus she doesn't yet possess any stigma  against laughing at her own jokes.

Purple, purple everywhere.

Elise's enunciation, as one would expect, still leaves a bit to be desired. It'd be particularly helpful if she could distinguish between "purple" and "potty" a little better. However, I give her extra credit every time she queries, mournfully, "Where did the Bear go?" (Which sounds like, "Wheah di da Bah go?") This is the most advanced sentence she uses, but she can apply it to all kinds of situations (cup, Kalina, cat, Mommy, etc.). Elise is also happy to add new words and phrases to her collection, and seems to be gaining rapidly. For instance, she can now use two adjectives in a row to describe a noun.

Perhaps best of all, Elise's growing ability to communicate has been embraced by her big sister, who, when she's in a good mood, will happily do her best to accommodate all requests, even the unreasonable ones (unless, of course, Elise is asking for the toy Kalina is currently playing with), and even advocate on her behalf.
Kalina: Mommy, Elise wants more animal crackers.
Me: She finished hers. Snacktime's over, let's go play.
Kalina: Elise, are you still hungry?
Elise: Eh! (Yes)
Kalina: Oh. What would you like to eat?
Elise: An cra. (Animal crackers)
Kalina: Mommy, Elise says she's still hungry. She'd like more animal crackers.
Me: She had lots of animal crackers, plus lots of other food. She's fine. Let's go play!
Kalina: Elise, do you really, really want more animal crackers?
Elise: Ri, ri an cra (Really really animal crackers)
Kalina: But Mommy, she really, really wants them!
Me: She'll be fine. Doesn't Lamby need a hug or something?
Elise: Waaaahhhh!

It'd be cute if it weren't counter-productive (note that Elise was perfectly content before Kalina put the idea in her mind). They do have real conversations, however, usually led by Kalina and centered on animals.

But don't let Elise's new talents fool you--she's certainly not above tantruming as an attempt to get her way. That's right--this relatively new (for us) and intense form of communication has recently come into play. I will say that I've seen far more impressive displays of emotion from other kids, but it's really fine with me if Elise doesn't excel in the screaming-fit department. And she has plenty of time (and opportunities) to practice.

When there's nothing else to say, Elise sings, which is another of my very favorite milestones. Our favorite: "Hah hah hah haah haaah haaaah." This is her version of "Happy Birthday," and she can get through the whole song, in tune, this way. Often, she'll throw in a "Mommy" or "Daddy" or "Kalina" ("Hah hah Mommmy hah hah haaaah,"), depending on the particular occasion, or how she's feeling at the time.

Now, the only challenge is to let Elise get a word in edgewise. Somehow, I think she'll find a way.

Swim lessons: a perfect 10

I can't figure out how to get my swim
lesson pics of Kalina off my phone,
so here's an equally impressive pic
of her playing sight word Bingo with
a few of her friends. Good thing our
game comes with enough cards for a
classroom! 

It has not escaped me that Kalina's introduction to swim lessons has corresponded nicely with the summer Olympics. And in fact, most competitors began their sporting pursuits when they were roughly Kalina's age. Certainly, none of us have Olympic dreams (or, realistic ones, anyway) but when Kalina took to the water nearly like a little fish (albeit a fish that's afraid of getting its nose wet), we couldn't help but notice.

As we all anticipated, Kalina would rather have stayed home and played with tiny plastic animals than venture to the unknown of swim lessons on the first day. After all, what if there was a boy teacher? There had been in the class that we watched.

Consoled by the fact that I would be sitting poolside, never to stray away, she suited up easily enough and even thanked me for her sunscreen ("Thank you, Mommy. I don't want to get a sunburn.").

Upon arrival, we scoped out a shady lawn chair so Kalina would know just where Elise and I would be sitting (my goal, of course, being to keep the little one out of the water while keeping the big one in it). Then, we found her group of teachers and breathed a sigh of relief to see that, 1.) All three were women and 2.) There were many more girls than splashy boys in the class.

As class began, I left a relatively contented Kalina scooting into the the pool with her classmates (which was conveniently the perfect depth), and not freaking out at all, unlike a certain summer camp that's all too fresh in our collective memory. Back at the lawn chair, Elise spent the first 10 minutes of this 95-degree, sunny day cuddling with me (because who doesn't want to be attached to an oven when it's 95 degrees?), the second 10 minutes eating crackers, and the third 10 minutes relaxing on the lawn chair beside me. Easy peasy.

Still waiting for the tears to begin, I watched Kalina refuse to blow bubbles in the pool, but happily work on kicking, floating and the rest. She appeared quite enthusiastic about her kickboard ride and cupped her hands mostly correctly when asked.

It had helped to be prepared. Not only had we watched a previous group of Seahorse class swimmers in their lesson a week or two before, but we'd talked to other moms and kids who'd taken swim lessons. Kalina was practically an old pro.

Afterward, Kalina decided she'd like swim lessons every day. Good thing, kiddo, because you're going back tomorrow! And the next day, and the next. And next summer, and the next, most likely.

On Tuesday morning, I kept waiting for the, "I don't think I'll be going to swim lessons today," but it never came. What's more, after practicing a bit in the bathtub, Kalina actually bubbled with the rest of the class. We were all so proud!

A small hiccup occurred when Elise needed to be taken potty in the middle of the lesson. I managed to catch Kalina's eye on the way out and quickly explain my mission, plus make it back before the end of class. No problem.

The next day, I took the girls swimming in the adjacent kiddie pool before and after the lesson. According to Kalina, I was allowed to go to the kiddie pool, and anywhere in the swimming pool area, even out to the parking lot, but I was not to drive home. I assured her we'd be nearby.

Kalina practiced her skills before and after, even "swimming" through the kiddie pool by walking along the ground with her arms. She loved it, as did her little sister who copied her movements in the shallower water and insisted she was big enough for swim lessons, too.

And so it went, through eight days of swim lessons. While the routine got a bit tiresome, Elise never attempted to put much more than the occasional finger or toe in the big pool, and Kalina showed clear improvement with her skills--which were already good to begin with. She only once mentioned that she wasn't planning to attend swim lessons that day, and was easily distracted out of it.

Kalina's favorite activity was noodle riding--when a teacher would take each kid out to practice swimming while using a noodle for support. Looked like fun to me, too. She even loved practicing without the noodle, and seemed to welcome the opportunity to float, supported. Eventually, she submitted to putting her nose in. And then we discovered that free suckers were given away on our way out to the parking lot, so those became a favorite tradition as well.


She also liked watching the bigger kids swim as we walked to our car--two levels above Seahorse had a particularly dynamic teacher. While Kalina has mentioned that she never wants to be in that class, she can't help but be fascinated. Little does she know that she will, indeed, be in that class in a couple years. And she'll do fine.

Day 7 was testing day. Despite the fact that Mommy and Kalina had both already tested each others' patience many times over that morning, Kalina's teacher mentioned that she did "really awesome." Really? My sensitive little kitten fanatic? Awesome at swimming lessons?

Day 8 proved it: Kalina received an "Excellent" rating (as opposed to a "Good, needs work" rating) on every skill on her report card. She'll be allowed to enroll in the Starfish class next summer. Where they learn to dunk their heads under water (Shh! Don't tell!).

Day 8 also had the unfortunate honor of being pirate/shark day for the littler classes. After practicing their skills, the kids were placed onto a rubber raft and floated around while a boy teacher swam around and pretended to be a shark or a pirate or both.

What happens when you take sweet Kalina and put her on an unsteady boat, then send a strange 18-year-old male roaring right up to her pretending to be a fearsome beast? The tears I'd been expecting all along finally made their appearance. Poor girl. A hysterical Kalina was consoled by a teacher, and lessons ended shortly after that. Just in time for us to be worrying about next year. ("Will there be a boy teacher?")

Not that we need rankings, but might my girl have been at least in the top two of eight or nine kids? I couldn't help but compare, just a little. I smiled sympathetically, I hope, at the mom whose girl seemed to dislike swim lessons about as much as I had expected Kalina to. Another couple of girls could already stick their heads clear under water (but their floating could use some work). Kalina had the propensity to wander off during the lesson, but overall followed the teachers well  and seemed to understand the concepts and enjoy herself.

And, of course, we aren't planning to send Kalina to the Olympics anytime soon. Pirates and sharks aside, we'd rather she'd follow her dreams of kitten farming, at least for the time being.