7:28 – Swim

Let me first say that I now get the Disney thing. We never went to Disneyland or World until I was in college, so I truly expected this to be a bit of a wasted experience for Oscar on most levels. Fun, yes, but I thought he’d miss most of it. Wrong.

My somewhat reserved little guy bolted from his stroller in a dead run when he spied Mickey Mouse holding court on Main Street. When I started humming It’s a Small World he didn’t hit me or grunt repeatedly as he usually does when I dare to sing. Instead, he put his hands on either side of my face and rested his forehead on mine. Remarkable, really.

This afternoon we returned to the hotel for a break and I taught him the sign for “swim” (small breast-stroke moves) and he repeatedly signed it back to me. I was so proud of him that I took him swimming despite the fact it was about 55 degrees outside. Alternating between the somewhat heated pool and overheated hot tub bought us two hours of fun before Oscar’s lips turned, and stayed, blue. Even the magic of Disney wasn’t enough to save us from the biggest fit since Vietnam when I forcibly removed him. He’s sleeping it off now before we head back for our final hours at the park. Two days was nowhere near enough.

February 7, 2010 Posted by Oscar and Etta's mom | sign language | 2 Comments