Swim Like A Fish

I took X to the pool one morning last week. He hadn't been since last summer and I knew that he'd probably be a little timid since he takes awhile to warm up to new things. Well, he pretty much HATED the whole thing (as evidenced by the fact that he has his binky) and cried almost the entire time. Maybe he just didn't like his all in one flotation devise/swimsuit? It's a great idea, but he was NOT diggin it. Hard to see in the photo, but it has styrofoam pads in the chest all the way around.


The second pool experience went much better. Walter and I took him Saturday evening after dinner (yeah, our big Saturday night plans!!!) We went the route of good old swim trunks and I think X much preferred that look. Walter got him used to the water by playing with the fire hydrant fountain first. It was a hit!

The first few steps in the water were a little scary, but X quickly gained his confidence and was ready to play.

We have access to 3 pools - one in our neighborhood, and 2 adjoining neighborhoods. This one is awesome because it's small and totally geared towards little kids. The deepest part of the pool is 3 1/2 ft. There is a zero entry, froggy slide, lazy river, and big umbrellas that keep parts of the pool shaded. X really liked going around the lazy river.

Here's the only way I really ever want to be photographed in a swimsuit -- under the water where things are blurred and cellulite is hidden. Coincidentally I'm at that "don't really look pregnant, just look kinda fat" stage of the pregnancy where a swimsuit is not my friend.

After almost an hour and a half we decided to head for home. We were the only ones left at this little pool and the teenage lifeguard was looking like she had better places she'd rather be. So, it was time to towel off.

And what does every good little swimmer do when they get home from the pool? Why, you have a bowl of cheerios and head off to bed.

But don't forget to drink your milk!