Swim Lessons / Eleanor Asks a Question

We started swim lessons again last Saturday. We took the same class last year, so Eleanor remembered it. She loved it last year, and she's loving it even more this year. She tries to say, "swimming," now, and the closest I can come to writing it is "ibfwee." She really loves ibfwee.

I told Kari about the class, and we're so glad she and Audrey were able to join us! Now, we'll see each other every Saturday!
(Audrey liked splashing-- who could blame her?)



Practicing getting out safely.


Eleanor had noodle legs when we were supposed to be practicing jumping in. She just wanted to climb back in the water when I put her on the edge. She didn't understand how standing up for me would get her into the water.

We eventually got the hang of it.

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Eleanor did something new last Friday, and I just think it's so cute. It's probably just because I'm a new mom and everything she does excites me, but oh well. To understand this story, you will first need a little Eleanor vocabulary lesson:

dah-doh: this is her adorable way of saying the word, towel. It's one of my favorite words she says.

go-eee: this is how she says go. She'll convince you to pick her up, point her hand in some direction, and command, "go-eee."

Ok, so this is what happened. She was sitting on the end of our bed while I got dressed. She pointed to a sweatshirt next to her on the bed and said, "dah-doh." I explained to her that it wasn't a towel; it was a sweatshirt. She looked at me, puzzled, put up both her hands in a questioning gesture, and said, "go-eee?" with a questioning tone. It was her way of asking, "Where did it go?" Since then, she has used her question about many different things. I'll have to try to catch a picture or a video of it. I think it's adorable!

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On Sunday, I thought Eleanor was learning to defend herself with her words, but I have since then decided that I was probably mistaken. She had a piece of apple, and another little girl reached out for it. Eleanor quickly drew the apple up close to herself and said sharply, "Nice!" (as in "be nice"). Well, like I said, I thought she was defending herself. Since then, she has declared, "Nice!" just before she does something mean here at home. I think she's saying it because that's what I tell her when she does something mean, and she has no concept of what I'm saying. She only knows Mommy says it right after she is naughty, so she might as well say it before. Oh well!