Ahhhh, the Terrible Twos

Swimming lessons today, and I was chatting with the instructor about A, discussing how much he prefers group activities over one-to-one lessons, when he decided he was not interested in participating in the class whatsoever, and pitched a full four-alarm fit in the pool. As you know, swimming pools are nice and echo-y, and not even the pulsing beat of the aquasize class could drown out A's screams of "NO MOMMY!!!!!" You would think I was beating him, and all I was doing was floating in a pool. He kept trying to kick and get away from me, but as the depth of the pool exceeded his height, I couldn't very well let him go. Thus, more screaming. Luckily, I am at my most bouyant in the water, and was able to maneuver him around, but we sure didn't spend any extra time in the pool today. Oh yeah, he screamed his way through our shower, getting dressed, and all the way out to the car. I am seriously considering shelving lessons until there are both more participants, and a less unwieldy body to contend with. Phew.

I haven't been posting photos of the belly at all - I loved Janine's week to week review, but I guess with a two-year-old, these are some of the things that go by the wayside....although I thought I would snap one now - we are 25 weeks tomorrow, and it's all downhill from here!!! This little peanut is so active, he has me gasping at his kicks and rolls: what a gymnast! I can't wait to meet him, but in the meantime, I am making good use of the "only one child" status, and attacking all those little niggly jobs around the house that always get discussed yet never done: replacing all the drawer pulls in the kitchen, hemming and hanging the curtains, steam-cleaning the carpets~!

So here is a shot of the belly - in my darling cousin Pinty's words, some feel I look "ready to pop!!!" You be the judge