We joked that H was "our little fish" when we were on vacation at the lake this summer. He loved propelling himself off the dock and into the water (and Daddy's arms) again and again and again.
Of course, he did it with his life vest on.
On Thursday, we'll relocate to an indoor pool at a local hotel, sans vest, and see what his reaction will be. That's when he starts swim lessons through a program run by a former University swim coach.
They're one-on-one lessons -- very exciting for Mom, who was more than a bit hesitant to sign up her only child for lessons at the local rec center, where one teenaged teacher has charge of (aka absolutely no control over) four or more crazed little demons. Squealing preschoolers plus a body of water = disaster waiting to happen.
We've put gymnastics on hold to try swimming for a while. H was hesitant last night when I asked if he wanted to start swimming this week. He mentioned his gymnastics teachers, hemmed and hawed a bit, and kept changing the subject. I did manage to evoke an "ooh, cool" from him when I told him he could wear his Spider-Man swim trunks...hey, whatever it takes to get him there.
Once he's there, he probably won't want to come home.
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