My Homage to Seatwarmers

Gotta love those butt warmers in my car. It is really, really cold in NJ thanks to the arctic cold front. Nathan and Justine escaped back to San Francisco just in time. (So sad.) Those warmers made it a little easier for me to have the energy to get Adella to the car and swim class this morning even though we were running late. (It took a bit to get her to wake up for class.)

But it was worth it going to class. When the lifeguard brought out the toys, Adella became very animated and immediately began kicking her legs and moving her arms to get to the side of the pool for the the toys. It was the first time I had ever seen her initiate such an action. (And we were a ways away from the edge of the pool.) Whether it was a Pavlov response to the toys or a conscious action in which she knew that she could reach the toys if she just moved her legs and arms, it was a delight for her grandmother. She's still not swimming exactly, but she understands the actions of swimming and that the goal is to move from point A to point B.

But back to the point of the story. With only three classes left, Grandma thought that she was becoming more efficient. Change into swimsuits at home. Have the same bag stocked with ample supplies of diapers, both swimmers and regular, a comb, and shampoo ready to go at a moment's notice. Boxes of apple juice in the car for an incentive to leave the YMCA after the class.

Grandma also thought she had improved the after class dressing of herself and Adella after class. Today, she left Adella in the shower (they have these very nice family small changing rooms--shower, toilet, bench, changing table and a drain in the middle of the floor) while I got out and started getting dressed. I thought, how efficient. Rather than having us both naked as usual at the same time, I will get dressed first, then get her out of the shower and dress her next, thus saving the constant battle of her wanting to leave our changing room before I am completely dressed. Started pulling out my clothes. I had remembered my bra, a frequently forgotten item. Hooray. Pulled out my garments, separated the two pieces. Put on my top. Went for my bottoms. Discovered I had brought two tops, no bottoms.

So Grandma went commando in this arctic cold. Gotta love those seat warmers that warm an old lady's butt when she has one less layer of clothing.

Hooray for butt warmers.