This week began with what KR and I now refer to as the great swimsuit debacle of 2008. Since wonderkid is part of the swim team we were required to purchase a team suit, which had a price tag that was so astronomically high I can only assume was sewn by swiss dwarfs using thread spun from gold bearing spiders (at least this is how I make myself feel better about the purchase). We brought the suit home to try on for size, but as soon as my sweet little daughter found a moment where I wasn't paying attention she dug the suit out of her bag, ripped off all the tags, and pulled it on over her clothes (we're all about making new fashion statements around here). As most of you know, once the tags are off the suit is yours, so for better or worse we are stuck with this suit for the next 8 months. I was a little upset by this development considering the suit turned out to be a little on the baggy side, but sometimes you just have to go with the flow, even if it means your kid has to wear two bathing suits to every meet for the rest of the season.
While this turn of events was by all means unfortunate, it wasn't even the worst part of this whole experience. When I went to bed later that night, after a huge debate over weather or not it's a good idea to sleep with your bathing suit over your pj's, I looked up at the ceiling and saw this:
Yes, that's the hygienic liner from the crotch* of the bathing suit (which may or may not have been tried on by a number of anonymous kids) STUCK TO MY CEILING!!! Keep in mind the only way my six year old could have gotten that up there was to jump on my bed and slap it on at the very height of her bounce. I'm sure she really had to get herself going to jump that high, and I have no doubt she had the time of her life. When I questioned her about the misplaced "sticker" the next morning she just looked at me and matter-of-factly explained that she didn't know what else to do with it. The only silver lining in this story was that I left it up there for KR to peel off, and I just might have forgotten to tell him what it was until it was all said and done. Sorry Babe...
Anyway, somehow this whole ordeal was forgotten when we arrived in style (two swimsuits is the new cool, you know) to her first official swim meet of the season. She did a great job and we couldn't have been prouder:
Here's to hoping she has many more successful races in the future (because she's probably going to be wearing this suit until she's 12).
*Sometimes it's necessary to use ugly words for dramatic effect...





















