OK, so here was the problem: Phoebe was due for a nap, could have done with a snack, and was cranky before we even left the house (as you can see by the crying and tantrum photos below). Then I thought it would be a good idea to get into the pool early to get used to the water, etc. WRONG! Once I realized that Phoebe only had 10 minutes worth of patience and fun-having-attitude left for the pool, the 10 minutes was up and it was time for class to start...oh boy...I was THAT mother, you know, the one with the screaming kid who thinks the kid is gonna come out of it and have fun, but the kid doesn't, and the mom is wrestling the little welp, and everyone else is like jeez lady, control your kid, but the mom thinks if she powers through for just another minute it will be over and fun will be had by all, but then it doesn't end...sigh...I suppose it wasn't really that bad...when Phoebe was able to do whatever she wanted in the pool, everything was sunshine and lollipops...it was only when it came time to actually DO THE ACTIVITIES the instructors had planned that it all went to you-know-what. The highlight of the experience was when Phoebe continually flushed the toliet and then stuck her hand in the toliet water while I was trying to get dressed...throw up in my mouth...and then you can see there that she's all wrapped up in her towel, completely spent...fun times...
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