Swimming
Brock and I have been taking swimming lessons for a few months now. He loves it, and has truly progressed. He had anwesome weekend at grandma and grandpa's bus house where he got to show daddy his moves jumping off the island and swimming to him (pics to follow one day). In fact, he has graduated to Goldfish Mini Jr... which essentially means "no-mom-in-pool". Sigh. Would this be the end of his love of swimming? Should I keep him a big fish in a small pool? Or gumption up and swim with the sharks? SHARKS is IS! This is day one. He HATES it! Oh indeed, no surprises there. I peeled him off of me like a neoprene wet suit, held out our adorable kicking maniac to our brave professional, and high tailed it out of sight. See his finger nibbling? This coping mechanism was maintained throughout the entire 30 minute lesson. I am telling myself that the other calm children have been doing this for many months. I'm not sure whose idea the ribbon was, I am guessing Br