Hmmmm....now that I've sidetracked, sidetracked again, and then sidetracked one more time, I don't know how to get back to my original story in a smooth-operator way....Skipping smooth and going right for the colon: so we took Hannah downtown to the MAC at Harbor East to go swimming yesterday morning. We decided to join there in February and were visiting on a guest pass to check it out. I had to switch gyms because my old one got out of the Merritt gym system which meant that Hannah and I could no longer access the pool, and we want a pool, so now we're at this awesome gym in the city with three saltwater pools on the second story of this building with windows looking out at the city. It's the coolest gym I've ever belonged to, but I'm sidetracking again. Must end first story!! Okay, so we we're swimming, right? And Eric decides to take a break from family time and go swim some laps. He hops out of the kiddie pool when Hannah isn't looking and jumps in the lap pool. A minute later Hannah notices he's gone and starts whipping her head around the pool looking for him and saying "Da-da! Da-da!! Da-da?" I took her to the edge so we could see Eric where he was standing in the lap pool adjusting his goggles, and he hadn't started swimming yet so, charmed by our charming daughter, he returned to family time.
See what I mean? She totally knows who we are and is having fun messing with us. I love it.
Also, I think that if there were awards given for sidetracking, I'd get first place.