When I opened Rebecca’s door this morning to see if she was awake, she was standing on her bed in the dark, grinning at me. “Buh!” she said, which is her word for “jump”. She mimicked a jump — she can’t quite get both feet off the ground yet — and landed on her bottom, then giggled. She continued to practice jumping and falling while I opened the curtains and blinds, turned off her night light, and got a diaper ready. I think it’s awesome that she can invent games for herself to occupy her time.
Since swimming worked so well yesterday, we returned to the pool today — just the two of us. The pool was empty and relatively clean. (I did find an empty plastic snack pack on the bottom of the pool, but it could have blown there on the wind from anywhere.) In fact, we had the pool to ourselves for our entire 45-minute stay.
I’m not counting the contractor who was working on one of the electric gate locks, or the guy who came in to get a video of the pool for one of the home-building companies — who introduced himself immediately and assured us he just needed a promo video of water rippling in the wind. I know enough about focal lengths and field-of-view to know that we were never in frame.
(I do wonder why he couldn’t have come before the pool opened at 9 a.m., or tomorrow when it’s closed all day for cleaning… But I also know that bosses sometimes need something “now”. He seemed harmless enough and was shooting with a Canon Rebel T3i.)
Rebecca again stayed in the big pool most of the time. She kicked her legs when I told her to. And surprisingly, she paddled her arms when I told her to, even though I’m pretty sure I’ve never used the word “paddle” around her.
Then she put both hands on my head and pushed downward. “Are you trying to dunk me?” I asked. “Yah!” she happily admitted. So I went underwater, to her great delight. I realized that when Mommy’s with us, I go underwater a lot. When Mommy’s not there, I stay above water to watch Rebecca. I guess she likes seeing it.
Back at home, she had another amazing nap — over two hours.
Later, we went to Lowe’s, looking for a longer towel rack. We’re about to redo Rebecca’s bathroom, and my wife had suggested buying a towel rack long enough for two towels. What Rebecca and I learned today is that you can’t find one, at least not in the big box “home improvement” stores. They sell only 18-inch and 24-inch towel racks. That’s odd, since every towel in our house is about 30-inches wide (15 inches, folded in half). We came home empty-handed.
(I did later find 30-inch towel racks online, and I think we’ll order one. But the situation reminded me of the whole hot dog buns complaint; there used to be eight buns in a pack, but 10 dogs in a pack. Now you can actually buy eight hot dogs to match your eight buns. My question is… What is a 24-inch towel rack supposed to hold? One folded towel with extra space on each side? Three hand towels? Or were they just never updated when bath towels increased in size two decades ago?)
Weather: We’ve stayed in the mid- to upper 90s each day. Lows about 79 at night.