The Art of Life

Mom took me to my first Little Artist class yesterday. I had a great time fooling around with all the other boys in my class (those silly girls just wanted to paint). I did a little painting...


a little re-arranging furniture...


and a little scowling when Mom wouldn't let me wash my hands at the sink a million times.


Best part was the playground next to the art building. I convinced Mom to spend another hour out there after class.


This photo captures me talking about flying to Florida to see Oma and Ocha this weekend. I always do my arm airplane when we talk about Florida.


Gosh, I'm getting big!


Later that same day, Mom took me to my little swim class. Problem was there was bad weather in the mid-afternoon and apparently that was enough to scare off all the other kids and their parents (not me and Mom though). So after a week of making new friends at swim class, I got a "private" lesson with the swim teacher.


This is us after we moved from the big pool to the toddler pool. I like to throw heavy objects in and watch them sink to the bottom. Mom seems to hate it when I do this in the big pool, at the deep end. I wonder why?


Here is me and my swim teacher. I'm loving that I don't have to share the pool toys!


Swim class has been fun but tonight is the last one. I like watching Mommy make bubbles in the pool, I like jumping off the edge with assistance and I'm getting better at kicking and putting my face in the water. But I will NEVER put on a life vest again. I'm ready to take everything I've learned to Florida. Look for photos from my big trip in the future!!!