Bimming and Baseball

Peter has been taking swimming lessons for several months and has progressed from level two to five.  His goal is level six which will allow him to join the local Swim Club.  So he's been working hard and having fun.

Reuben, from day one of watching Peter get to swim, has wanted to take lessons too.  I've held off until this last session of the summer because...

• This program is more play than actual teaching at the age three level.
• I don't want to pay for play time in the pool when we have been swimming at friends' pools for free all summer.
• When Peter was three and took lessons at this pool, he was SO cold - blue and shaking - that he didn't finish the session.

But, we signed him up.  Maybe this is his thing, you know.  Like, with a bit of instruction he'd be racing Michael Phelps.

Headed to the pool he was giddy and using his new phrase, "I'm excited!"

He got in the pool and declared, "No bimming lessons!  No bimming lessons!"

Why?  Because he is so cold - blue and shaking.

The teachers even said the pool was unusually cold.

So, he became that child.  The one whose cries echo off the tile walls for thirty minutes, with patches of silence when the teacher gets him to blow bubbles.  Oh man.

So this week, I am getting in the pool with him and his teacher to see if that will help him.  I don't know why it should since my body heat probably won't raise the water temp very much.  But I know what he can do in a pool, Mr. Fearless.  But, today may be his last lesson until he's seven, like Peter.  We'll see.

Now on to baseball.

We're going to a game tonight.  Isn't that funny?  If you know Paul, you know he is anti sports in a big way.  But HE initiated this family outing.  Strange.  Maybe he's going to propose to me during the seventh inning stretch.  That would be cute and very unexpected.

The City has a minor league team and tonight is half price tickets for Children's Museum members - that's us.  We usually go to one game a year, but with the sole purpose of relationship building with other families from town.  Tonight, no one else is available so it's just us.  Crazy.  My little family is going to a baseball game just for the fun of going to a game.  Really?  Spectating a sporting event can be fun?

It is.  I know.  I was born with a Go Dodgers tattoo on my hip.  And the underside of my wrists shows the Dodger Blue blood aflowing in my veins.  My childhood cat's name?  Dodger.  As in  Go Dodgers!

So that's our day.  Traumatic bimming lessons in the morning and out-of-character family fun baseball this evening.  Any bets on whether Paul brings a book to read?