A Bear in the Water

This week at Paid Humiliation (i.e. Swimming Lessons), Brian donned the suit and I sat on the sidelines.  It was nice knowing I was going to have to face the Bikini Babes or throngs of men clutching their children  while fully dressed. I brought the camera along and decided to play photojournalist during the event.

First...nervous anticipation. He really does look nervous -- I think his little toddler brain was trying to take in all of the sights, sounds, smells, and movement. He even passed up the Nutri-grain bar we offered him pre-swim (and he never passes up a Nutri-grain bar.) And no, I was not worried about that old wives' tale about not swimming before you eat. The kid doesn't actually swim - he bobs in Dad's arms. Well, most of the time.

And so, here's Paid Humiliation...from the Bear's perspective.

Scared Bear

Oh my...

After a brief pep talk by Mom, I managed to deal with my nerves and joined all of the other kids in the water. We splashed around a little and eventually made our way to the wall and practiced jumping in.

Wall Bear

I'm swimming! I'm swimming!

Time to practice kicking. Or in my case, laying on the water.

Oh, hi Mom!

Shark Bear

They even made me practice holding onto the wall...ironic since I just learned that word last week.

Yup, that's my chubby arm

And finally, we did my least favorite activity - I had to let go of Dad and hang out with the instructor. She was a little over-zealous and appeared to take great joy in plunging me under water. But Dad was waiting on the other side and that made it all good. 

I think I handled it well.

Excuse ma'am? I've changed my mind

It's too late? Wha-? Ahh!

::blubblubblub::

I'm up! I'm good!

So as you can see, I survived. And I learned that water is fun and hanging out with my dad is even more fun.

Best of all, I came home to lunch (mmm! Cheese!) and my na-na. I love my na-na.

Fuzzy Bear

When do music lessons start?