waterlogged

Addison is a little fish. I was worried about her picking up the swimming from last year, but there was no need. She hops in and takes off. The time and money that we put into the ISR lessons was a pain, but SO worth it. Addison spent most of Morgan's party swimming in the neighbor's pool and I only went to check on her a couple of times.

*Note: there were other adults and older children with her at all times. Even with the swimming lessons I would never leave her alone near water.

Days at the pool look something like this.

Addison takes off from the steps.
She swims out to Caeley or any other person in the water.
She swims back to the steps.
Stops for a photo and then starts all over again. I try to get her to rest, but she refuses.
Last night we were in the backyard and they asked if we wanted to swim. I wasn't going to let her because it was already 7:15, but then I remembered how much it wears her out. Worn out = not waking up at night. Worked like a charm! I may let her swim every night.

A story about her bathing suits. She has about 6 of them. And over the course of the long weekend she went through a lot of them. They were all wet or stuck in a pile that smelled bad. So on Saturday Michael went in her room and grabbed this one. The one that's too small. I had no idea until she comes running over when it's time for cake.
Nice look Addison. Needless to say, I left it on her. That's how we roll.