After having to jump the car because the lights were left on after I let Elliot play in the front seat while I hunted for the credit card I forgot to get back from him during our last trip to Target (sigh...), we finally got on our way to the farm for the 4th! I've been pumping Elliot up about visiting Grandma and Grandpa Ulrich, and getting out the swimming gear, so he was definitely excited.
He has his version of Grandma and Grandpa-- it's Goya and Gatta. Not sure how that came about, but alas. Mom thinks it sounds Scandinavian-ish... Once we figured out what he was saying, he's pretty darn persistent about using these titles!
I guess you could say we had a blast-- he played so hard each day that he crashed each night and had excellent naps. We got on the road at 4pm on Monday to drive back, and he slept for 3.5 hours of the drive, we made record time with a fly-by for gas! Once he woke, Pat said to him, "We're almost home! Back to Chicago!" His response-- a very loud protest of, "NOOoooo!" Followed by, "Goya, Gatta, home."
I was talking early on in the playing, and he slipped and went under before I noticed. He got himself back up and took a minute to cry. Gave me a good scare and reality check of how careful we need to be with a toddler and water!
Again, he slipped near the edge and went in, even with two adults right next to him. He was fine, of course, but I personally think the scare was a good thing since he was immediately so comfortable in the water-- I want him to fear it a little.