We were at the pool tonight, and a woman that I've become acquainted with said to her daughter, "look, Aunt Heather is here." So I look up (yes, I'm nosy) and think - that sure does look like Dr. Neville. The same Dr. Neville that delivered Sophie. And funny enough, my Sophie was kind of eyeing her as well. So I confirm that this is, in fact, Dr. Neville, and share that she delivered my daughter, and can thankfully run fairly quickly.
Since my son is quickly befriending this other woman's son, we were in the same general vicinity as them the rest of the evening. At one point, Sophie was walking through the grownups and appeared startled by Dr. Neville. I explained there was nothing to be afraid of - because she's the only person that has known her as long as Mommy and Daddy.
I will say it once again: Fort Worth is the biggest small town in the whole world.
Zachary has been participating in a Little Dragons class at a local Martial Arts studio for a few months now. He's really taken to it, especially the kicking, punching, and yelling. It's really cute!
The studio (and I suppose Martial Arts, in general) are very big into respect, for others and for self. Each student pledges to "do my best" before class. It's a concept that has really hit home for our family and Zachary.
So now, when he's feeling nervous about doing something new and/or scary, we just ask him to try his best, and remind him that we will be proud as long as he does. This has really motivated him, and increased his confidence. We couldn't be more proud!
Zachary's friend Matthew knows how to jump off the diving board. Although he does it while wearing a life vest, this immediately made Zachary declare he was going to jump as well.
Smart Mommy said - Let's make sure you can jump off the side of the pool before you get stranded up on the diving board. So after about 15 minutes of progressive jumping techniques, he jumped without holding onto anything and deemed himself adequately prepared for the diving board jump.
We made our way over to the diving board. I went with him because I would rather be right there when he decided not to jump and not have to RUN at the pool to my sobbing child. And on the off chance that he did jump, I wanted to be there to fish him out of the pool.
First time up - he walked out onto the board (rather bravely) and decided he wanted to hold my hand and jump off the side. Worked out fine, but then he decided to try again.
Second time up - walked out onto the board and suggested that I get in the pool to 'catch' him. So off goes super mommy treading water in the deep end while he ponders this action. Note to readers: treading water is pretty good exercise. Super Mommy is a bit out of shape. :) Little Buddy finally decides there will be no jump and mom swims to the side to catch her breath.
Third time up - walked out and seriously contemplated the jump. I really thought this would be the time. But no - and so he decided that he will jump off the diving board another day.
In reality, this whole exercise was a huge success. He didn't cry on the diving board, he actually jumped in the pool without holding on to me, and he's excited to do it again. Can't wait to see what else this brave boy does this summer!