No sick-ups for Stella during the night or today. I would say her ability to devour multiple meatballs for dinner shows that she is pretty well-mended.
A neighborhood baby jogging buddy of mine has emerged from pregnancy and early days of newborn-dom, and is back on the circuit of looping our way around Sharon and Park Roads in a caravan of double strollers. I got her call this morning around 8:30 to see if I cared to join her for a spin before we headed off to Heath's swim lesson. I did care to join her.
But it meant that we made it back just in time to throw everyone in the car and head off, sweat and all, to the swim lesson. Thanks to my hurry, I left the camera behind. Again. And once again Heath had a great time, making amazing strides with immersing his head in the water, paddling his way (even being let go for an arm reach or two) to the pool wall. They even got to swing from a rope and fall into the pool. Heath was the only one compelled to give a Tarzan-like yell as he swung over the water. He's never heard of Tarzan. Must be innate.
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