I am so excited! Tonight is D’s first Parent Tot swim class, and I can’t wait to see how she likes (or doesn’t like, I guess) the water. She loves to splash around in her bathtub now, so I’m very optimistic that she’ll enjoy the pool as well and not be one of those kids who screams when they approach it. I’m sure all we’ll be doing is dunking them up and down and floating them around to get used to the water, but I really want her to grow up not being afraid of it.
SM, don’t tell me you’re trying to start D’s swimming career already?! Uh, no. As most of you know, I swam all through high school and college and am also now on a Masters swim team in the area (when I actually make it to a practice, that is, which hasn’t yet happened since D was born. oops!). I am often asked whether or not our kids will be swimmers. I don’t know, that’s up to them. My parents didn’t force me to be a pool rat by any means; it just happened to be a sport at which I excelled. If D, and any possible future siblings, choose that same fate of chlorine-laced skin and hair, then more power to them. It does take a little bit of crazy to enjoy diving into cold water only to swim back and forth in a straight line for hours on end. đŸ˜‰
But back to our little fish. Here is D trying on her first swim suit last night. Talk about cuteness defined!
