We’re not very big on organised classes here at the geek family, but the one thing the geekdaddy and I are committed to is teaching our kids to swim. It’s a fundamental life-saving skill. I was initially very skeptical about swimming classes for pre-schoolers, but after having spent some time watching how confident a friend’s son was in the water at an early age we decided it was worthwhile, and signed the geekdaughter up at our local Puddle Ducks class. She’s been going for over a year now, and her water confidence has increased amazingly.
As we’ve had such success with the geekdaughter, as soon as the geekson’s naps settled into a pattern that allowed him to attend a class, I got him signed up as well. And he absolutely loves it! He’s a more confident child than the geekdaughter anyway, and getting him in the water at an earlier age has really helped as well. We do exercises to encourage kicking and splashing, but also some stuff I wouldn’t have dreamed you could do with a baby – dipping heads into the water, hanging onto the pool edge, and even jumping (well, more like falling at this age!) in off the side of the pool.
Today was an extra special day, as Granny came along to watch the geekson’s class for the first time. And we were getting on really well. And then…
It was a very innocuous burp. The kind that nine times out of ten would not be any cause for concern. Today was clearly one of those 1 in 10 days, because as the geekson burped, I saw he was actually being a tiny bit sick. The kind of sick that at home would not have been a problem. It was very watery, probably because he’d been swallowing a lot of the pool water, and not a large amount. I did of course attempt to catch it in my hand, but my reactions are now what they used to be and I missed completely! It hit the water and dispersed really quickly. I of course alerted the teacher immediately, and she raced to grab the net they keep at the side of the pool for just such occasions.. Sadly however, despite the teacher’s best efforts, it proved impossible to round up all the teeny tiny bits of sick, and she had no choice but to cancel not only the rest of our lesson, but all the other lessons scheduled for this morning. I felt dreadful. Even though everyone was very nice, and kept saying “these things happen”, I still spent an awful lot of the time it took to get myself and the geekson dried off and dressed apologising to anyone who would listen (and quite a few who wouldn’t!).
But anyway, the point of this post was honestly not to go on and on about the geekson being sick in the pool. It was to show you this, which is the geekdaughter’s latest drawing:
She drew it when we got home today, and took great care to explain it all to me fully. She says it’s a picture of all of us swimming. You can clearly see Daddy standing on the edge of the pool smiling. The purple head is me, in the water, and the black head is the geekson. And the black line coming down the page from that black head?
“Oh that’s David being sick in the pool, Mummy!”.
Oh yes, it definitely made an impression!