Getting Sporty

We went swimming this morning. Something we haven't done much of at all since the move. I was pleasantly surprised with the swimming pool. It was light and airy and clean and warm. There was also a separate toddler pool which is always a good idea. P is usually scared of the water and swimming is a bit of an ordeal most of the time. But after a few words of encouragement she was doing really well today. Kicking her legs and giggling away like a mad thing as I held her in the water. You can't beat hearing a child laugh with so much joy and enthusiasm for life. She really was very proud of herself as was I. Little man as always takes everything in his stride and wasn't fazed at all even though it's only his 3rd time swimming.

When we left the pool however P tripped over her own feet and hit the car park pavement with a thud. Grazes to her knees, elbow and hand. Poor thing. Baby got in on the act too and we put a plaster on her knee also.

This afternoon we have had some more bike riding lessons. P still can't get the hang of peddling but I'm left wondering if it's more a case won't rather than can't....