Late this fall, the brochure arrived in the mail. I was in my big Getting Things Done mood, and was susceptible to their advertising: Learn to swim for safety, and it's warm here--no blue-lipped, shivering kids waiting for their turn, small class sizes.
Well, they have not disappointed. The teacher is enthusiastic and friendly. It's only the three of them in the class, and she was surprised by how well they tackled front crawl. I told her they do this all summer at the lake. They just are wearing life jackets, which is very different. But they're totally comfortable in the water.
It was nice to see. Nobody's playing basketball this winter--the league is too disrupted to work for us, and winter gets long. This is the only activity they'll have. We didn't sign them up for Zumba, nuthin'. Just swimming, in this tropically hot room where the ceiling kept dripping condensation on my glasses.
And her--she's a story all in herself. She hears the word swimming and goes totally berserk, searching her backpack for her bathing suit, howling and crying at the top of her lungs, "Me going too!"
Well, this week we were stealth. We packed the bags last night, and no discussion of anything was permitted today. The word, "swimming," did not pass our lips. Julia wanted her hair braided for swimming, and p.j. wanted her hair braided too, though she knew not why. It was tough to do--her hair is slippery and she kept moving her head, but look how cute she is:
We're halfway through January now, and that's a good thing. love you all so, Mom
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