The Little Mermaid

Having surfaced from the all-consuming marathon that is a weekend at Disneyland, I am ready to relate humorous instances of Siena's maturation.

There was a pool at the Disneyland Hotel, and Siena didn't hesitate to run right in. Sounds adorable, but it also ushers in an era of increased watchfulness, especially around pools; our concern level has elevated from Yellow to Orange.

The pool was definintely a kiddie pool, with wide steps to a two-foot shallow end, but descending to five-foot at the far end. Siena, however, couldn't wait to walk right down the steps and in over her head--it wasn't a long walk.

We also learned that the doggie paddle is not intuitive or inherent; we must be taught it, and Siena hasn't been taught it yet. When the water got over her head--and we didn't let this go on long--she just kind of stopped walking and slowly thrashing around. It was cute, but chiefly because Mama and Daddy were right there to pick her up.

OF course, other cute stuff happened at Disneyland, but that's for another blog.