We finally enrolled the boys in swim lessons this February. Most of my mom friends have been doing this for “years” and are now on to soccer and gymnastics with their toddlers. Slow and steady wins the race in my book (at least that’s what I keep telling myself to make me feel better). Plus, that means I would have been in a bathing suit swimming around with Sean at 8 months pregnant and that just doesn’t sound like my idea of fun. If Momma ain’t happy ain’t no body happy. I’m on a roll today.
Anyway, for the first session we got in a bit late (and by late I mean 2 minutes late at 12:02 a.m. Super Bowl Sunday night/morning – when did we turn into these parents?!) and the only opening was on Sunday afternoons at 4. This was not good for several reasons, but most importantly because that meant we had to wake Dylan up from his nap and had to force Sean to nap between 1-3 which is not an easy feat for a 3 and-a-half year old. We learned the hard way that it was better to wake Sean up from a nap rather than not have him nap at all… a ton of screaming, tears, and parents doing that I’m not looking at you but I’m looking at you to see how you’ll handle this look turned into a pretty bad Sunday afternoon early on in the game. Lesson learned. Sean-1, Parents-0. But once we got into a rhythm it wasn’t so bad and the boys are much more comfortable in the water than when we started. We decided to sign them up for the 2nd session (still in progress) and Sean can now put his head under water and I can push Dylan underwater and he pops up like he swallowed a life jacket (life saving? probably not but cute nonetheless).
The boys think the best part of swim class is that they sometimes get a bath in our tub with the “bubble jets” which, to 2 toddlers, is basically the best thing on the planet.
Poor Dylan looks like he’s taking a mug shot, doesn’t he? I swear he has fun! Well, most of the time…
