Q started swimming lessons this week. It is one of those things that is so wonderful to do for him and very fun at times, but in the early morning it is not easy to pull on a swimsuit and go get in a cold pool. The nice thing is, this lesson ends in the nice warm therapy pool. Quite cozy. Today Q floated on a noodle, did a little kicking, and held his breath when the instructor dunked him under. He always looks vaguely stunned when that happens, but he seems to get it. He is a "shrimp" right now. The lowest of the low levels. He was in "shrimp" last year as well and apparently flunked. Some day we will make the elusive "kipper."
We ordered Q's Halloween costume this week. It will be most excellent. It could perhaps top last year's lobster.
I found out this week that a girl I work with doesn't know how to ride a bike. Isn't that absolute madness? I don't know how she got through childhood. We lived on our bikes in those days. She also just learned how to swim recently. I offered to take her to our "shrimp" class if she needs a review.
--MM
It always amazes me, since we knew how to swim and bike before we hit school. I rode in a bike race with a buddy last year and she had to push her bike up/down hills. So much for "it's just like riding a bicycle." She didn't really know how - but she's much better now.
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