Swimmingly....

Swimming Lessons. Swimming lessons. They are doing great. Something for H just clicked. She just decided to swim. She ditched her floaty, decided putting her face in the water wasn't scary, and she just paddled across. She is so proud of herself, she even wants to wear goggles in the bath so she can practice. E is not so adventurous. She is loving the water, but she is firmly attached to that floaty ring. If you suggest putting her face in the water, she will give you the stink eye, and the deep rolling growl will start. The growl is so funny and it reminds me of a story he told me. It was just before Christmas and he took the girls to the mall on some errand or quest. He said they were walking down the center of the mall when he heard a funny little growling sound. He said he stopped and looked around, then down at E. She was making the deep growling noise, and when he stopped she barked out a fierce "No!". He was puzzled and looked around, and just as he spotted the culprit, so did H. Of course she had the exact opposite reaction from her sister. She brightened, squealed and jumped up and down yelling "LOOK! Look Daddy it's SANTA! He's my very best friend!" She ran over and gave him a big hug, chattering about nothing, about everything, as she does. Her sister stood firmly rooted where she was, glaring suspiciously ( but not fearfully) at the poor bearded man. He offered her a candy cane, and she debated holding her ground, finally deciding for the quick grab. She snatched the candy from his hand, still glaring and growling. He said he asked her if she could be nice to Santa, but she firmly stated "NO!" He laughed so hard. I still smile when I think about him telling me the story. One like him, everyone her friend, one like me, moody. It is funny how two siblings can be so different. Innately different.