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Big girl panties

Tonight I was the biggest big girl of all the big girls.

I took my son to the pool by myself…High five for Mummy!

M’s been working these last 2 nights and this was something we would usually do as a family. Last night I chickened out. But last night I did make V wear training pants to bed (which happily resulted in a break of the wet-bed syndrome from the last few nights). So while I chickened out on the pool front, I totally had a parenting win on the training pants front.

Tonight I pulled up those big girl panties, sucked it up and put on my bikini and hit up the YMCA with V. Alone. ALONE. Did I mention the alone part?

So alone.

And so into the pool we went, accompanied by an ear-piercing scream. I literally had 2 more holes in my ear-lobe post-entrance.

And then? Things were all fine. We kicked and paddled around for a few minutes and then headed over to the wading pool. It comes up to the middle of V’s chest and has a huge waterfall umbrella thing that you can duck under right in the middle of the pool. It’s maybe 10 feet or so in diameter and the water is a wee bit ripply. V is both fascinated and appalled by it.

Today he started off fascinated. We waded all around and then I went under the fountain and stood in it’s ‘shade’.  And then V walked in all by himself. This in itself was a huge high-five. And then he went out and did another lap of the wading pool. And with each successive lap he got lower and lower in the water. Until he was frog marching around and shouting “Mummy too Mummy too!!!!!”.

I did not join in the frog marching in 18 inches of water.

Several times during this ‘marching’ he sort of tried to swim.

I know!! He’s freakin’ fearless!I guess it’s fair to say that he continued fearless and was not appalled at all.

And during those times? Yes Fran, I was right behind him. And I only made eye contact with the Life Guard a million and one times. Apparently we were the hot spot attraction of the pool this evening.

We just finished 2 weeks of lessons at the Y. And I feel like he needs to go back immediately and get right into those lessons where they force your child to learn how to float and kick and paddle. Because literally he pushed us both away when we are swimming with him.

I believe that he really thinks he can just kick lightly and propel himself all over the pool. It’s frightening to watch. And I should know as I have watched it numerous times.

This little independent 2 year old is serious. Serious about doing everything by himself.

It’s enough to give one a heart attack every freakin’ day of the week.

See what I mean about those big girl panties? Mine were totally pulled up to my waist… and my stubborn lip was stuck out and maybe quivering a little bit.

I watched him voluntarily put his face under water and try to ‘swim’ so many times that what started off as “Good job Sweet pea!” ended up as “Oh. You’re doing that again?”.

Great. Just great, I thought calmly while V ‘swam’ again for the billionth time.

M and I are so having a chat tomorrow about more swimming lessons…

Before Little Man drives himself to the pool and takes a dip.

Sanity please!

xoxo a.m.

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Cream puffs and swimming

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One of the greatest things ever about living in Florida is the pools. Everyone seems to have one, and my in-laws are no exception. They have a gorgeous pool in the backyard, enclosed of course….oh, and baby-proofed as well,  and it truly is the most luxurious place to relax on the weekend. Every time we go over there I feel like I am sneaking into a resort in Puerto Vallarta (Mexico just left that kind of mark on me, or its resorts did anyways).

M and I have been visiting the promised land every weekend recently, we just can’t stay away. Of course V has his own little Hawaiian board shorts for the pool, and a pool float as well. And his own towel…that has sharks on it (Pop-Pop picked it out).

The first time we took him into the water, he was a little apprehensive. He is already quite serious as a little boy, he watches and takes everything in and then makes his decision afterward. I can just tell that he is going to be the best study-buddy ever.

And since then, he has just taken to the water. It helps, I think, that it is darn hot down here right now. 90 degrees. In May. What the!?!

We have been hitting up Puerto Vallarta these last few weekends and are planning another one coming up. Pool floats, one more baby and a 5 year old, possible bbq-ing of things and beer.

V and his girlfriend will have another opportunity to ‘hook up’. I might have mentally planned his wedding… just a bit… S, you know how it is… must mentally jump ahead and gypsy the future.

Anyways, since that first time, V and the pool (and Daddy) are besties. Splashing is a must. As is standing on the steps and walking holding the edge of the pool. As is splashing (did I already say that?). He has so much fun in the pool and so does M, it has almost eclipsed jumping in the Jumparoo.

I am so focused on swimming lessons these days, as it really is the most important thing about living in a pool-filled society like down South. There are practically weekly pool-related deaths down here, usually because somebody doesn’t have a pool fence or someone ‘turned their back for a second’. The fact that it happens with such regularity is rather frightening and, of course, raises not only my concerns but also my swimming-lesson research-obsessedness to new heights of ridiculousness.

So am currently contemplating lessons in Celebration with Sharks and Minnows. Anyone out there used this particular swimming group? I liked the website, but have seen them advertising at intersections on homemade signs….. that could be a mark against them… hmmm…

Obviously I am also contemplating other swimming venues. Really, he just needs lessons and summer holidays for M are coming up and so I am thinking it’s going to be a Daddy and Me extravaganza.Which means he needs a new swimsuit, which means a shopping trip to Carter’s for me. It helps that there is a Beard Papa near Carter’s too… Beard Papa makes everything better 🙂

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