Thank goodness for swimming pools. Otherwise the highlight of our first day of vacation might have been the giant cow that stood in front of the Cheese Chalet, across the street from our hotel.
It's not that this was a bad cow sculpture, by any means. But had this been the only thing for me to write about, then I'd have been forced to make jokes about cheeseheads, which just might have offended several cheesehead friends of mine who read this blog.
So all in all, it's a good thing that a few hours after posing with the giant cow, Sydney experienced a breakthrough moment in the swimming pool.
"Look, Mom! I'm swimming!"
Granted she was wearing a life jacket, but this was the first time we were able to pry her fingers from our arms and leave her to paddle around the pool.
It was a smaller pool and the water was fairly warm. Translation: the kids would have swam all night if we'd let them.
Sydney was immensely proud of herself. We were almost as excited as she was. For the first time ever, Jeff and I were able to sit in a hotel whirlpool together and watch the kids play together in the pool. Vacations from this point forward will become more and relaxing.
At this rate, by the end of this week - with access to a pool each day - she just may turn into a mermaid.
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