Swimming Lessons
Every summer I have my kids take swimming lessons. Luckily they all like it, but even if they didn't I don't think it would be an option. Being able to swim is the only way to be safe around water, even if you don't like to swim. There's just too much danger around water if you don't know how to swim. I myself do not love swimming, but Mat does, so therefore we end up going swimming more than I'd like and less than he'd like.
But that's beside the point.
I am feeling very joyful because today was our last day for this semester's swimming lessons. A new one starts soon, but I am particularly glad to be done this time because I was doing mom and me swimming lessons with Bram. Swimming with a 20-month-old is about as much fun as it sounds. They can't swim, obviously, and they're never safe to be left anywhere at all ever, so basically I spent my whole time clutching onto Bram as he thinks he is not a beginning swimmer. He thinks he's Michael Phelps. He full on wants to lap swim and be serious. Not that he can do any of those things, but it's not like he's happy to just splishy splashy around. Swimming time is serious time. We had a good time, though. He was fine even with going under the water (although he didn't ever really want to jump in, he liked to slide in on his tummy). He wasn't scared, which was nice, and I think he had a really good time.
The other kids loved their swimming lessons, and even Eli was getting into it. Usually Eli just mopes around pathetically (part of it is that he's so skinny he has a hard time staying warm) but this time he really enjoyed it. I am happy this is over, however, as with all of us wet, all of us coming home with all those wet towels and wet clothes and everything, it was quite the production to have to do day after day for weeks at a time. Plus, getting myself showered and ready is well nigh impossible with little Bram around. I've been trying to have him watch Thomas the Train with the boys for just a few minutes so that I can get ready after swimming, but usually it ends up with him doing something naughty like ripping all the DVDs off the shelves or throwing everything around or continually trying to harass the "Frozen" DVD case to death. Anyway, suffice it to say that the next round Bram and I won't be joining in the swimming lesson fiesta and my house and good will will be better for it. Plus, I'm tired of having swimming hair every day. On the days I've gone to the gym early I come home and shower and then after going to the pool I don't want to wash my hair again, so I just end up wearing my ponytail or bun that looks like I've swam in it. Cause I have. I'm hot then, people. Don't you doubt it.
But that's beside the point.
I am feeling very joyful because today was our last day for this semester's swimming lessons. A new one starts soon, but I am particularly glad to be done this time because I was doing mom and me swimming lessons with Bram. Swimming with a 20-month-old is about as much fun as it sounds. They can't swim, obviously, and they're never safe to be left anywhere at all ever, so basically I spent my whole time clutching onto Bram as he thinks he is not a beginning swimmer. He thinks he's Michael Phelps. He full on wants to lap swim and be serious. Not that he can do any of those things, but it's not like he's happy to just splishy splashy around. Swimming time is serious time. We had a good time, though. He was fine even with going under the water (although he didn't ever really want to jump in, he liked to slide in on his tummy). He wasn't scared, which was nice, and I think he had a really good time.
The other kids loved their swimming lessons, and even Eli was getting into it. Usually Eli just mopes around pathetically (part of it is that he's so skinny he has a hard time staying warm) but this time he really enjoyed it. I am happy this is over, however, as with all of us wet, all of us coming home with all those wet towels and wet clothes and everything, it was quite the production to have to do day after day for weeks at a time. Plus, getting myself showered and ready is well nigh impossible with little Bram around. I've been trying to have him watch Thomas the Train with the boys for just a few minutes so that I can get ready after swimming, but usually it ends up with him doing something naughty like ripping all the DVDs off the shelves or throwing everything around or continually trying to harass the "Frozen" DVD case to death. Anyway, suffice it to say that the next round Bram and I won't be joining in the swimming lesson fiesta and my house and good will will be better for it. Plus, I'm tired of having swimming hair every day. On the days I've gone to the gym early I come home and shower and then after going to the pool I don't want to wash my hair again, so I just end up wearing my ponytail or bun that looks like I've swam in it. Cause I have. I'm hot then, people. Don't you doubt it.