"Water toddler" just doesn't have the same ring as "water baby"

On Sunday we went to swim class. I haven't been to a swim class in forever! We did some last summer but that was the last time. I had a really good time. This time I'm one of the older kids in class. It's also a bigger class than before, but that just means I need to be louder and cuter to be the favorite. It's already working. I squeal because I'm so happy, and laugh the whole time in the pool. The teachers really like me, I think. The other kids, not so much. I splash them and throw balls at them (it's not throwing to them if they're not expecting it...). I also flirt with their mommies.

So most of the time even though I liked being in the water, I held on to mama really really tight. Loosened up toward the end and mama held me out in front of her and I kicked and waved my arms around, all at once. I rock! I was totally the only kid there that could do that.

When we got home, baba D and auntie mimi came over for dinner 'cause mama made pot roast. Everybody seemed to like it, there were lots of yummy noises. But I'm not a fan.

Mama had been telling me that she would have twenty more kids if she could be sure they'd be like me. I got to thinking about it and decided that wouldn't be a good deal for me. Something had to change. I've got to stop being so, well, perfect. So a few weeks ago I decided it was time to flip the switch. No more sweet little Ian 24/7; I've got to be as cranky and difficult as possible if I want to keep any more juniors from rocking my world.