We had a "wondy" (wonderful) day playing at the unseasonably warm and very windy Agriculture Museum, before going swimming at Grandma's with cousins. Best part of melting snow is that Elizabeth can climb on the concrete barriers on way into museum.
Mommy forgot Elizabeth's life jacket. Figures this would be the day that Elizabeth ramps up the cousin rivalry and decides she can swim "by myself, Momma. That means ALONE!". She insisted she didn't need a noodle or Mommy to hold her. There was a lot of "Ook at Mee Erika" followed by serious attempts to wiggle out of my grasp. I briefly contemplated letting her realize that she can't actually float by herself, let alone swim, but decided that a dunking would probably be counterproductive.
The trouble is that when her ears get wet she tries to sit up and panics. And did I mention that she kind of hates getting her face wet?
Needless to say I didn't find swimming particularly relaxing that day!