The best investment our family has ever made was buying a family pass to Sioux Falls Public Pools last year and this year.
Last year, Henry was barely big enough to walk around in the pool, and was a little bit scared to do anything without holding Daddy or Mummy's hand. He needed a lot of help going anywhere near water past ankle length, and although he loved going to the pool, he was a limited in what he could do.
This year, pool time is PARTY TIME for Henry. He starts saying "pool, pool, pool, swim, swim" as soon as we get to the Laurel Oak Pool. Finding somewhere to put our stuff is a challenge more because I am trying to stop Henry running to the pool while attempting to find a seat.
I should mention at this point that Henry is addicted to keys. Car keys, house keys, key chains. He loves holding them. We have allowed him to hold our car keys with the remote unlocking and door opening fobs, but that has come back to bite us a few times. When my Mother visited in December, we went to the car to discover that we had a tail lamp bulb burned out and a half dead battery thanks to Henry remotely opening one of the minivan doors the night before, and lights having been flashing on the van for 12 hours.
Daddy lesson learned: The kids no longer get to play with car keys.
Our 23 month old probably shouldnt be running around with a set of keys, but, in my opinion, every parent has 1 or 2 things they let their kids do, which is not recommended, and letting Henry run around with Keys is one of ours.
Anyway, the biggest battle at the pool is usually getting Henry's keys off of him. He knows that he cannot play in the pool with keys, but he has trouble parting with his beloved keys. Henry eventually overcomes his key separations anxiety, but it can sometimes result in one of his newly patented jumping up and down, stamping feet, throwing whatever he gets his hands on, screaming, turning red, terrible 2's preview, meltdowns.
So once the meltdown is over, he runs to the pool (even though Dad has told him many times not to run at the swimming pool... another lesson he has learned but ignores) and whips down any slide he can, runs up to the floating frogs, the big dinosaurs, and the pool bubbles, and has the time of his life. The beauty of it is that we went to the pool 4 days in a row, played for about an hour each time, and he never gets tired of it.
Last year, Henry was barely big enough to walk around in the pool, and was a little bit scared to do anything without holding Daddy or Mummy's hand. He needed a lot of help going anywhere near water past ankle length, and although he loved going to the pool, he was a limited in what he could do.
This year, pool time is PARTY TIME for Henry. He starts saying "pool, pool, pool, swim, swim" as soon as we get to the Laurel Oak Pool. Finding somewhere to put our stuff is a challenge more because I am trying to stop Henry running to the pool while attempting to find a seat.
I should mention at this point that Henry is addicted to keys. Car keys, house keys, key chains. He loves holding them. We have allowed him to hold our car keys with the remote unlocking and door opening fobs, but that has come back to bite us a few times. When my Mother visited in December, we went to the car to discover that we had a tail lamp bulb burned out and a half dead battery thanks to Henry remotely opening one of the minivan doors the night before, and lights having been flashing on the van for 12 hours.
Daddy lesson learned: The kids no longer get to play with car keys.
Our 23 month old probably shouldnt be running around with a set of keys, but, in my opinion, every parent has 1 or 2 things they let their kids do, which is not recommended, and letting Henry run around with Keys is one of ours.
Anyway, the biggest battle at the pool is usually getting Henry's keys off of him. He knows that he cannot play in the pool with keys, but he has trouble parting with his beloved keys. Henry eventually overcomes his key separations anxiety, but it can sometimes result in one of his newly patented jumping up and down, stamping feet, throwing whatever he gets his hands on, screaming, turning red, terrible 2's preview, meltdowns.
So once the meltdown is over, he runs to the pool (even though Dad has told him many times not to run at the swimming pool... another lesson he has learned but ignores) and whips down any slide he can, runs up to the floating frogs, the big dinosaurs, and the pool bubbles, and has the time of his life. The beauty of it is that we went to the pool 4 days in a row, played for about an hour each time, and he never gets tired of it.
I am usually the one chasing Henry around the pool, and helping him play. In the meantime, Marisa and Gemma hang in the very shallow water watching the chaos. Gemma gets her feet dabbed in the water and loves it. She also gets attention from little kids love to come and say hi to the baby.
After about an hour, Henry is pooped out ready for bed, Gemma is happy having been held for an hour without being put down, and parents are exhausted. The best part is that thanks to our $50 investment in May, it is a free evening of fun.