When Phoebe came to me in the house naked with her swim suit in her hand and declared that we were "going swimming", it was hard to argue. It is always hard to argue with Miss Two Year Old "Bossy Britches" Phoebe. Elliot negotiates but Phoebe demands. She spends a lot of time crying these days because we don't give in that often. This causes howls and screams on her end. We don't negotiate with terriorists or two year olds, or something like that.
Anyway, a demand for swimming at the hotel pool seemed easy enough. I put Phoebe is a swim jacket and she was off. She spent the first ten minutes trying to get her balance and saying "no Mommy" when I tried to help her. Elliot used a swim bubble at first and then realized that he could stand so he took it off. He is on the cusp of swimming on his own. We bounced between the big pool and the hot tub where Phoebe was happy that she could stand on the edge and follow her brother in a circle. The best part of the day was that we could look out the windows and see it snowing. I am so happy that I have water kids (and a hotel pool nearby)!