Locker Rooms

Mr. Rancher surprised me and little miss with a trip to the YMCA’s swimming pool last night!  We had a blast playing on the splash pad, floating round the lazy river, and splashing around with Henley.  The pool was busy.  Everyone was out of school for Martin Luther King Jr. Day and the YMCA was the place to be.  We only lasted about an hour in the crowded and chilly pool, not a big deal since we  had an hour drive back home and it was close to Henley’s bedtime.

As much as I loved getting out of the house for a couple hours, I did not love the locker rooms.  Don’t get me wrong, they were very nice and clean locker rooms.  I just have this thing about locker rooms in general.  And that thing is that I don’t like them.  Not at all.  I hate changing out in the wide open (funny sidenote: a grandmother had taken her granddaughters swimming and was changing at the same time as we were.  She kept telling them both to not be embarrassed because all girls look pretty much the same.  The littler of the granddaughters responded that she didn’t care if we all looked the same, she didn’t want to see anyone else or have them see her!).  I hate how soaking wet the floors are and how hard it is to keep you clothes dry as you put them back on.  And I hate that in my haste to get dressed, I never let myself dry completely which makes it really tricky to get my clothes back on!  Now add an adventurous and fast toddler to this set up and I’ve got a par-tay on my hands.

Henley and I survived getting dressed in the locker room.  Even though my socks did get a little wet and it took us about 23 minutes to get dressed.  Thank goodness the two teenage girls with lockers right next to mine went back out to swim so we could gather up our massively, strewn pile of wet swim gear and get out the door.  Just think, in a few years I’ll probably be giving the same “don’t be embarrassed” speech to my daughter…I need to work on my relationship with locker rooms.

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Playing in the Mud

Hey there!  It’s been awhile.  We’ve been going crazy with cabin fever and blogging just hasn’t been appealing.   Thankfully, we have a trip planned for this weekend and some family that just moved closer so we have some fun times in the future!

One fun, and different, adventure Henley and I have had this winter is taking a walk, down our driveway, that lasted over an hour.  It was one of the warmer days and the snow was all cleared off the road.  I bundled Henley in her snowsuit and some hand-me-down shoes to trudge through the mud.  We lolli-gagged our way down the driveway, stopping every few steps to pick up rocks and jump in puddles.  The little miss did so well walking until we were almost to the mailbox.  I ran the last little stretch, grabbed the mail, and ran back to her.  All her walking must have tired her out because this is what I saw as I made my way back to her.

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Oh yeah.  Sitting in the mud, stomping her feet in the goop.

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Nicely covered bum.  I made her walk most of the way back home, until she dropped to the ground, crying and simply refused to walk another step.  Both our coats were mud covered by the end of our walk.

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