I try to keep Rebekah as physically busy as possible in the hopes that she will sleep through the night better. Swimming is great and she does seem to move a lot, especially now that she is actually swimming most of the hour and not simply playing. Recently her teacher let her try a pair of flippers. She soared through the water and loved it! We decided to race. Obviously I am not a swimmer and don't really know what I am doing but I get by. Rebekah gave me a head start. I turn around to swim on my back and watch her come and oh my! It was crazy seeing her gain on me. She looked like a little shark! She is so graceful how she swims with her face in, arms by her sides, and legs pointed in those flippers. It is simply beautiful!
After the swim she still seemed to have some energy so we went to the park on her bike. She is starting to really go fast thanks to her friend Grayson. We got half way there and realized we had forgotten her sand toys and turned around. We finally made it there (me basically jogging most of the way to keep up) and I complemented Rebekah on how fast she is going and how she is doing so much by herself. She turns to me and says, "It's all about the competition!" I choose to believe she means Grayson and not me.
Then we played for a good long time.
On the way home we stopped by the "bumpidy bumps" aka the bike circle. She went around and around as fast as she could. At one point I tried to get a picture of her and she said, "no time to stop mom, going too fast! Got to keep moving!" One time around she yells at me, "It's all about speed mama!"
After several times of going around I talked her into going home. We made it almost there (a few houses away) when she slowed down and said, "Whew. I'm a little tired."
I talk her into making it home and she gets right in the door and does this:
If memory is correct she did sleep really well that night.























