I decided to do some swim lessons with Andrew this year - we finished up our last one on Saturday. Here he is modeling his swim diaper from last year - still fits!
They weren't exactly what I thought they'd be. Not that I was expecting Andrew to be swimming laps by the end, but I did anticipate something more than some college kid standing around smiling at the babies and squirting water at them. Oh, and the gym with the indoor pool where we received this glorious instruction? A pit. You had to go through dingy corridors with flickering fluorescent lights, then through a locker room and finally through more dingy corridors to get to the pool area. Band-Aid stuck to the floor. Creepy guy in yellow capri's staring at us from the sauna. I felt like I was in a super-hero villain's lair. Fortunately Two-Face did not spring out and take us captive, and the yellow-knickered man eventually went on his way, but the water was ice-cold which really helped ease Andrew into the idea that pools are fun. Our last lesson was taught by someone else, and she was great! I think we could have gotten beyond the filth and actually learned some good stuff had she been there the whole time. Blast.
We're now gearing up for our big Dude Ranch Adventure! At the beginning of June, Phil's parents are flying the whole family out to New Mexico to spend 5 days at a dude ranch. Isn't that so splendidly wacky? I tried Andrew's cowboy boots on him a couple days ago and was vastly amused by the reaction.
His namesake, my brother Andrew, was an enormous fan of cowboy boots, so I can't help but hope (albeit with a lump in my throat) that The Precious enjoys them as well. So far it's looking good.