Swimming

Robby loves his "swimming" lessons.  I put that in quotes because, really?  At 16 months?  Not doing that much actual swimming.  It's more just getting used to the water.  Although Katie over at Marriage Confessions had a post (sorry, I didn't go search for it) that talked about how her kids were able to FLOAT at this age...um...no.  Robby would be like one of those sinker toys that you retrieve from the bottom.  The goal of the class, and you must realize this is our second time through it, is to get them to kick, use their arms, and blow bubbles.  Robby will kick.  Occasionally use his arms.  But the bubbles are just dunking his head under water.  He also will enthusiastically jump off the wall on his own, though, this wasn't so much taught, but a function of his craziness.

Anyway, another mom in the class was nice enough to send me pictures!!!  Her daughter is Robby's best friend in the class, and they go a little batty when they see each other.  Which is great!  I'm glad he has a buddy!  And it's meant that the mom and I have talked more and are trying to set up a play date.  Yet to happen, but should be fun!

Robby was pretty darn funny on Saturday.  Toward the end of class, we always sing the "toy song" and then they get to select the toy they want to play with in the water.  They have balls, and watering cans, and various sand toys, etc...  Anyway, the teacher says, "Let's sing the toy song" and Robby LOSES IT.  He starts SHRIEKING with glee and flailing his arms in an attempt to get over to the box.  Apparently, he knows what all those words mean.

So, I think it's been a positive experience.  I at least enjoy it, and I think he does.  If nothing else, he gets to run around the locker room, banging on lockers, and...as of this week...climbing into them and up on the benches...  I may not be thrilled about that, but I DO need to change out of the wet bathing suit!  AHH!  Anyway, I was always a fish, and I'm glad that my boy seems to be, too.

Robby the Fish

I am thrilled to say that my son is like me in one very important way...he LOVES the water.  After his initial hatred of baths (which he's LONG since gotten over), he's a happy little clam whenever you put him in water.

We went to a state park on Friday and made one large error.  We took the jogging stroller.  We would have been MUCH happier with just the Bjorn.  It wasn't a hard hike to the river, but there were a lot of tree roots and a fair number of steps.  So Robby and I were having trouble keeping up with Chris and Harper...and my arms got a major workout.

Once there, though, both Harper and Robby were thrilled.  Robby, of course, is thrilled any time he can see trees, but see trees, water, and his puppy playing?  His mind is blown.

Consequently, he slept almost 12 hours last night, only waking up once at 5:30.  I even woke up ON MY OWN.  It almost feels like he gets too much sleep when he's not my alarm...which...is wrong.  It's what we're shooting for, right?

Today was his first time in a pool, which he thoroughly enjoyed, and Chris viewed from afar, agreeing to take this one picture...  We could be in trouble.  He's been asleep in the swing for a couple hours, and we need to get him to go to bed.  Doh.  Bad planning on our part.