Next Up: Swim Team

As I suspected after one lesson at Goldfish Swim School, MaM had a swim team in her future. After the second lesson, she was officially scheduled on the Goldfish Rec team.

Just keep swimming, just keep swimming…such an important life lesson.

Where do kids go after they’ve mastered the techniques taught in traditional swim lessons? At Goldfish, they can join their rec swim team immediately. The rec team practices once a week for an hour, and the practice includes conditioning, technique and time for fun.

Two weeks into her swim team experience, MaM was able to participate in a quarterly swim meet. Swim meets are achance for kids to show off their speed and cheer on their friends. Our first meet had about 70 kids, each competing in three events.  Kids swam in groups of 2-3, and ribbons were awarded for each heat (so everyone got a ribbon for every event). It was fun to see the kids swim their hearts out, and MaM really enjoyed herself. Pizza is also included in the event, which made the event even better. The swim meet experience prepares swimmers for a more competitive atmosphere, and is a great way for kids who enjoy summer swim clubs to keep developing their skills during the winter months.

Third in freestyle, second in backstroke, first in breaststroke!


The Goldfish Swim team is open to swimmers who have progressed past the Pro-Level and are between the ages of 5 and 12. If you child is a competent swimmer, this program will continue to refine her skills and take her technique to the next level!

Disclosure: Thanks to Goldfish Swim School for partnering with us this winter to build my summer swimmers over this winter in exchange for my honest review of their programs! 

January Visits

This year family Christmas celebrations got spaced out, and we found ourselves doing one last round on January 8th. Before reaching our final destination, we stopped by my grandmother’s assisted living center for a lunchtime visit.

If I’m remembering correctly, the last time we had lunch with Grandma, it was her 100th birthday, and there was a reporter there, and the mayor showed up. There was less hoopla this time, and the table was only set for five, but it was far from uneventful.

They were the oldest and the youngest people in the dining room until the baby strolled in for a visit.

We had fun catching up with her, and when the kids shared they had been roller skating recently, she confirmed what I had told them – that back in the day, she was in a Roller Skating Club. They were called the Capitol City Rollers, and had the emblem of the US Capitol embroidered on their jackets. They traveled up and down the east coast to skating rinks.  I am uncertain as to whether or not they rumbled with other clubs, but I know they had fun. She also reminded me of this fun tidbit: my grandmother and her three sisters ALL met their husbands at the roller rink. I’d heard it before, but the family line was that my great grandfather would say, “Thank God for the skating rink,” at night when he said his prayers.

I should really look to see how this selfie turnout out. I *think we are in it.








In watching the Fox eat his lunch nicely, she was reminded of another story – again, one I’m fairly certain I’d heard before, but the rest of my family hadn’t. Years ago, Patterson, NJ had a theater district and the accompanying restaurants that go with it. One night after seeing a show with girlfriends, they were out to dinner at nice restaurant. A young boy caught her eye- his table manners were outstanding, although she couldn’t believe he was out so late at night.  “I had planned to go over and compliment him and his mother as were were leaving, but before that happened, he lit up a cigar. He wasn’t a kid, HE WAS A MIDGET!” We had a solid laugh at her misjudgment, and she laughed at herself, even though this likely happened nearly 80 years ago.  (We also reviewed etiquette with the children should they meet a little person.)

The crowning laugh of the day though was when I passed over the weekly schedule to her. Each day, there are a couple of activities, such as pet therapy, bible study, and crafts. There’s also a library program. After reading the schedule, she had just one observation – “They spelled library wrong. I guess we’re getting a liberry program.” That was it. Due to our extreme love of all things Unbreakable, the kids were set. “Great Grandma said Liberry! Great Grandma said liberry!”

ICYMI, here’s the quote of which we speak. Nearly daily:

Titus: Wait, why aren’t you at the liberry?

Kimmy: My study group has already fallen apart. Can you teach me math?

Titus: Girl, didn’t you just hear me say “liberry”? I went to public school in Mississippi. They told us the dinosaurs went extinct because that asteroid turned them gay.

So there you have it. Another meal with grandma, and three more gems I hope to never forget. I also hope to still be persnickety about spelling and grammar when I’m celebrating my 104th Christmas on earth.

But We Love Waffles!

Traditions are funny things- you can *try* to make something a tradition, but it may or may not take. Other times, you do a thing, then you do it again, and suddenly everyone just knows it’s what you do.

I present to you, Waffle Day, which is always December 20th.

Years ago, my friends at Hallmark  gifted me some Keepsake ornaments, including a little old-timey radio. Every day, you turn the dial, and “Dash Deerbuck here, from station N-O-E-L” gives you a report from the North Pole as a Christmas countdown.

The first year we got the radio, I kept it off the tree because the kids were little and I didn’t want them touching the tree to get to the radio. The second year, the kids insisted the radio stay on the kitchen table because “that’s where it goes.” and we all found the humor in the broadcast from the 20th of December, and from that day forward, we celebrated Waffle Day.

Here’s the little diddy – you’ll figure out the tune soon enough:

“Here we come a waffling, with waffles on our plates,

Pass the maple syrup, these waffles sure taste great!

Love and joy come to you, and all your waffles too, “

“..You guys! It’s WASSAILING! ”

“But we love waffles!!!!!”

And now, every year on December 20th, we eat waffles for dinner.

Sometimes, life really is this simple.