Our little flirty fish…
Seeing as our dear child is mastering the art of the bath, complete with the requisite splashing and bath water drinking (literally bends down and laps it up like our cats), I thought it might be time to consider getting her started with swim lessons. And, of course, there is that whole water safety thing that might come in handy. Fortunately for us, Beverlywood Swim School is just down the street.
Today is the day and we are ready to go. I’ve been hyping this up to her for days, so you know she’s excited. I’ve scheduled it at the best time to ensure a napped and fed child.
“It’s swimming lesson day, sweetie! Aren’t you excited to go in the pool?”, I over-enthusiastically declare when I enter her room. Her sleepy eyes look at me with a bit of confusion and then she simply points to her latest obsession – a wood frog. “Daa Daa”, she barks. Translation – “I want that”. I take this as a good sign, since frogs like water. I continue my chatter about how much fun swimming will be. I tell her how great she is going to be at it. I remind her about the times she’s been in the pool and how much fun it was. “Daa Daa”, she yells, as a mild look of annoyance crosses her face.
After an adamant refusal to take a morning nap, we head out. THIS is going to be an event. THIS is going to be our special outing for the day. I get her suited up – cloth swim diaper, check. SPF 50+ swim top, check, sunscreen – check. Pile her in the stroller and head out. First stop: Dolce Isola, for her favorite whole wheat roll for a little carbo load. Second stop: Beverlywood Swim Mecca. Lexi is all eyes. As we wait our turn with the handsome young swim instructor, Lexi is practically leaping out of my arms to get in the pool with him. And frankly, I can’t blame her.
“Yeah!”, I think. This is going to be so great – my kid is going to be swimming in no time.
Now it is her turn, and little Miss Dolphin has suddenly gone a wee bit shy. But with a little prodding from hottie hottie instructor she coyly climbs into his arms. He knows just how to handle a shy girl, chats with her and shows her all kinds of confidence-inducing inflatable frogs, dolphins & whales hanging above the pool. If she doesn’t dive out of his arms and swim like a fish, I’d be amazed. But no, her 20 minutes in the pool consisted of being carried from one end of the pool to the other by cutie patootie, chatting and giggling. Hmmm…….we don’t have a fish! We have a flirt!
Although the swim lesson was quick, I’m confident that both of us will thoroughly enjoy our twenty minutes with sweet young cute swim instructor manboy.