So Tuesday, not tomorrow but last week, was swim day at day care and what swim day at daycare means is wear your shorts and have mosquitos bite your back. Poor Finn looked a bit like a chicken-pocked bubble boy. A few days and a few dabs of ointment later Finn and I met up with Jesse and Chapin for a Brewers loss. It was Chapin's first Brewer's game and we all had a good time having to bail after the sausage race (3 of the 5 racers went out in a heap just short of the finish line, the first I have seen sausages go down since Pirate Randall Simon knocked one over with a bat) due to inatentiveness on behalf of the toddlers. This worked out as Finn was due for a swim lesson and leaving early means less traffic.
Finn is improving in his desire to participate in swim lessonsand I am excited for next week as Laura has been practicing with Finn plugging his nose and putting his face under the bath water. Whether this will translate to the distraction filled swimming pool will be seen. Stay tuned.