After months of not-so-patiently watching his big sisters take swim lessons at the Houston Swim Club, and after months of kicking like crazy in the bathtub while diving his head under the water and saying, "I swimming," Harrison finally reached the necessary age (2 and 1/2) to start taking lessons. His teacher is Ms. Chelsea (who happens to be Sophie's current teacher as well). Sonny is adamant, though, that "Muss Chulssy ehs mah teeechah, not Sophie's teeechah!" He is very proud to be official now.
Bubby insisted on wearing the swim cap like his big sisters do (see pictures), and he was the only one brave enough in his class to go down the big bear slide on the first day. Somewhat like his Grandpa Ken, Harrison insists on doing everything on his own, in his own way, and on his own terms, no matter how daunting the challenge seems. We just wish that would translate to sleeping at night, which is the one thing he refuses to do on his own, or really at all for that matter. I don't know how the kid functions during the day with the amount of sleep he gets (or really doesn't get), let alone have the energy to run around like a monkey all day as he typically does.
Still, what is perhaps most remarkable about milestones like these is the unavoidable realization that time is sliding by so swiftly that it seems to literally leap from month to month and season to season (except during our chaotic nights, of course, when the precious commodity of sleep is measured in minutes, not hours). Our baby boy is fast becoming a big boy.
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