The idea of swimming lessons for a baby is somewhat ridiculous but nevertheless this is our third session (though our first in an outdoor pool). I keep signing him up because we all enjoy it and really, it's a pretty inexpensive form of entertainment. In terms of learning to swim, E may actually be regressing in that he's much less cooperative now than a few months ago. No more docilely floating on his back. He loves the water though— for swimming, kicking, and drinking. He loves the pool for watching the other kids, jumping, and eating (he likes to hang out at the edge trying to eat the loose rocks).
We're exhausted. We pick the boy up at 5, get him home, get him a snack, get changed and get out the door. A ten minute walk gets us to the pool just in time for a half hour of playing in the water, pretending to follow the instructions of the teacher. Ten minutes back to the house, a quick shower, dinner and to bed a whole hour later than bedtime. Then dinner for the Mav and myself.
Besides pool rocks, E has other new additions to his culinary repertoire. He likes fajitas (deconstructed, minus the onions), garlic , strawberries (who doesn't like them?), and TOMATOES! I've been curious to discover how E votes on the tomato issue as he comes from a house divided (the Mav purports to be anti-tomato while I count them as my favorite vegetable, even if they are fruit). I am quite happy to have an ally, and a genetic claim on the Mav's mini-me.
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