Mama and me class

A few weeks before we moved I did a swimming class at the YMCA with Caleb. It was M-Th for 2 weeks from 11:30-12:00. A fairly good time because he would fall asleep for his nap on the way home, but prime time for sun (I'm wearing my sunglasses and Caleb's lathered up in sunscreen). A couple weeks previously I had spent the week with Caleb at Andy's Grandma's house while his Aunt Janell went to girls camp. They just finished remodeling the house and it's now equipped with two very nice walk-in showers but no bathtub. I thought I could bathe Caleb, who loved his baths up until this point, in one of those plastic storage tubs. It was a disaster. I won't go into too much detail but one of the days he pooped in the bin...anyway, he screamed and hated baths. Also at Grandma's they were landscaping and there was lots of fun dirt to play in. Needless to say he was filthy every night and seriously needed a bath so into the tub screaming he'd go. After that he was on a bath strike and I had to take showers with him and it was a fight the whole way. I had signed up for these swimming lessons over a month prior and was worried I might have to opt out.

Andy and I took him to the pool the week before and he had lots of fun. Then when he was in the swimming lessons he was try to wriggle out of my grasp! Not good. The teacher had us dunk the kids and after that he clung pretty tight but still enjoyed the pool. Near the end of the lessons he was an expert in the kiddy wading pool, walking on his hands and rolling around with his head above water. He really got pretty good. Hopefully he will turn out to be more like Andy in the water than me--I'm not confident nor do I really like chlorine in pools, but Andy is a good swimmer.