Burb 'em like Tupperware

Ever get in the pool, put your goggles on, start swimming and then feel the slow dripping of a leaky goggle as the water ever so slowly builds up and sloshes around in your eye? I hate that feeling. Especially when I've said "okay, let's time this 200 yards", so I won't even let myself stop and fix it at once. I have to try to put a hand up in the middle of the flip turn to burp the goggle and seal it again. But the water that's already in there still sloshes around. Until I get to the end of the 200 and realize that I don't have my contacts in so I can't read the clock again to see the time. Idiot. It was just one of those mornings. When the alarm went off I should have rolled over and gone back to sleep. I'm still battling this lingering cold and so breathing at the pool had a new level of complication to it. Sometimes the 3-stroke bilateral just didn't get enough air in make it all 3 subsequent strokes. And before just about every flip turn I poked my head up to breathe so I could make it through the flip turn before poking my head up to breathe again. Should have just stuck with open turns but that's my own little bit of stubbornness.

Yesterday began the craziness that is the kids' Christmas gifts inundation. The first box came in the mail and then Uncle George came over for dinner with gift cards. The boys know credit cards (how sad is that considering they're 3 1/2 and not even 2), so they're happy they get to go to Target to spend their own credit cards. The first present had books, music and a puzzle. All big hits at our house. Every year I think we should cut back on what we buy or what they get. Every year they get too much. I know my parents said the same thing and I think I grew up with an appropriate appreciation for what I have, but you never know. We're so lucky to have our family, our friends and our health- everything else is just icing on the cake.