My brilliant and resourceful husband was charged with the critical task of finding “the perfect” house for our family while he was on the island, alone, wrangling with his first semester of medical school. I can easily imagine the list of criterion on the tv screen as a prelude to “Property Virgins”…3 bedrooms, fenced yard for the dogs, close to SMU, kid-friendly, pet-friendly, and a very un-Caymanian budget. The host of Property Virgins usually takes her clients down a notch immediately; either the neighborhood, the size, the attractiveness, or the budget has to go. Clif could really show that woman a thing or two. Our home exceeds my expectations. It is a walk across the street from the beach, it’s at the end of a quiet cul-de-sac with great neighbors, and there is a neighborhood pool just outside of our front door.
It’s a small pool, but it’s our pool and I love it. It has shade and sun, two cabanas w/tables for picnicking (if you don’t mind letting the mosquitos picnic on you) and its the fastest way to cool off in the afternoons. I am such a stickler for THE Schedule and Clif is trying to grab family time in between when he gets off of school and when he has to hit the books again at night, and getting in and out of our pool is so easy to do! The girls are becoming spectacular swimmers and Thomas enjoys the water, too.
Nora Ruth loves sitting on the bottom of the pool and having “parties” and I can tell a difference in the length of time she can hold her breath now that we’ve been back in the water for several weeks. She’s also taught herself how to “cannonball” and prides herself on being able to splash all four corners of our mini-pool.
We had to implement some tough-love with Allie during our first few days here. Last summer she was holding her breath, diving to the bottom of the pool to pick up stuff, and swimming with her head underwater. Well, she obviously forgot all of her awesomeness because she wanted to opt out of pool time at first. Clif worked with her some but she seemed to listen to me better and I spent all of about 30 minutes insisting that she swim to the stairs. She wailed and screamed and I kept a constant watch over my shoulder for the police or child protective services but none arrived. Fast-forward six weeks and her progress is amazing. She swims all over the pool, holding her breath for longer than I thought possible and grabbing the wall when she needs a break. Finally…today…cue the trumpets for the Hallelujah Chorus…Allie decided to try some breathing and she’s lifting her head up to take a breath.