With both of our girls we participated in the wonderful YMCA Swim and Gym classes from the time they were a few months old. The Y no longer offers this great class—the organization officially no longer believes infants should learn to swim, much to the distress of Floridians who know how important it is. Be that as it may, these twice-weekly parent/child sessions were one of the best parenting decisions we ever made, and lots of fun besides.
Having little ones who can swim well has its consequences. For one thing, you freak out all the other folks at a public pool when your child launches herself into the deep end, while you remain in your lounge chair, calmly watching her swim the length of the pool and climb out.For another, when your toddler disappears during a visit to Key Largo, you panic because you fear she has been kidnapped, not because—as you later discover—her explorations have taken her around the hotel pool and down to the docks.
And finally, when your barely-three-year-old little girl slips and tumbles, fully clothed, into your own pool, your first thought is not of rescue, but of documentation.
Now how did I guess that was Janet before checking?
I'm curious how you did guess. I didn't know that at three I could pull myself out of the pool without the steps. That takes muscle!
Maybe because he happened to know that we moved to Florida when I was four. (:
Or, more likely, he knows his love's face anywhere.
I'll withhold my reasons from public display. ;-)
