Showing posts with label swim. Show all posts
Showing posts with label swim. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Toys and Swimming

My kiddos love to swim and they love playing with toys, mix the two and you have a match made in heaven . . . most of the time!

Sometimes toys can take a turn and become something altogether not what was intended.  If your a mom, you totally know what I'm talking about, a matchbox car becomes a missile, bracelets become handcuffs, and goggles become x-ray glasses.  A child's imagination can be a whimsical place.

We were recently at a hotel pool and being the sweet, kind parents that we are, Peter and I bought the kids little toys while we were in Walgreens for toiletries.  Grace chose a little pony and DVD combo and Ben in his infinite wisdom says, " I am getting these motorboats (wind up) to race in the pool tomorrow!" I thought, great that will give him something to play with (thinking of the ultimate combination of swimming and toys) and me time to read my book!

So the next morning we trek down to the pool and Ben tries to play with his $5 motorboats.  After about 2 or 3 minutes I witness this:

Yes, that is my little man chucking his boats across the pool and yes his sister is doing the same.  I ask him what in the world he is doing and he explains very matter of factly, as if this is what the boats were made for, "We are having a contest to find out who can throw the boats the farthest!" And then he proceeds to chuck the boat and I watch as it sails 10 feet, hits the water, and the motor pops off.

I don't want to laugh, I want to look at him and ask him, Son, what in the world are you thinking, that is not how the boats are supposed to be used? Why did I spend $5 on boats for you to throw them? Then teach a lesson on respecting your toys and give him the lecture about not getting him any other toys if you can't use these properly along with a timeout! But before my righteous indignation can get the best of me, I see his tongue out, full body throw and huge smile as it sails across the pool and I can't do anything but chuckle.

Then it dawned on me, so what if that isn't how the boats are supposed to be used? They were having a blast, laughing up a storm and having a great time.  Isn't that what toys are supposed to be for? Last time I checked toys were for bringing happiness to the kiddos we bought them for and they seemed to be doing that in a . . . non-traditional way. Now don't get me wrong, if I saw them playing football with their Nintendos I would have to call a no-go on that one, I mean you have to draw a line somewhere right! But in this instance, talking about $5 boats, there wasn't any harm in what they were doing and it was highly entertaining to them and in all honesty, me too.  Plus, when I asked him why he was throwing them he made his case that this was completely the right activity by telling me, "Mom, they don't motor good in the pool and the motors go right back on! Plus this is way more fun!"  How can you argue with the logic of a 5 year old.  No one can morph a boat into a missile better than kids!

Needless to say, they had a blast and Ben won throwing it the farthest the most times, which he was very proud of and let me know that boat throwing was now one of his special talents. My little man and his "special talents" I will add that to the list which currently contains, a handstand, locking locks, and drawing people.

Now whether or not the man trying to swim laps appreciated the boat chucking, I can't really say?

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Sunshine and Swimming

So we are back in the Sunshine State for a month visiting the grandparents, and for my kids that means swimming - all the time. Now we have pools on post back in Oklahoma, but for some reason when we get here they want to swim all the time.

Don't get me wrong I love a good swim from time to time, but not as much as my kids and not as long. If you have ever spent any time with me you know I have a certain problem with extended periods of time in water, swimming, baths, doing dishes by hand. I cannot stand when my hands get pruny. I don't like touching anything and I don't like other people touching me when their hands are all pruny.

Weird, I know, but I really can't stand it, so all the swimming poses a problem. I don't like not getting in the water because I worry about their safety and it is hot jsut sitting in the sun, but I also don't want to get in because the kids like to stay for HOURS. Hours = Pruny hands and feet.

Inevitably I will get in and swim, get all pruny, and then get out. Now up until this point no one has needed anything from me, but 10 seconds after getting out with my pruny hands I am bombarded with requests, I need to go to the bathroom and I can't get the door open, I can't get my swimsuit off, I can't get my swimsuit back on, my goggles aren't right, I got something in my eye, I bumped my head, my hair is falling out, I want my hair out, I want my hair back up, and the list goes on. All these things require me to touch stuff and I'm pruny and I just hate it.

So my conclusion, there is no good solution, I will just have to grin and bear it as we literally become waterlogged . . . and pruny.