Today I took CPP for a swimming lesson for the first time. And by ‘swimming’, I mean ‘sort of floating’.
My five meals per day + snacks regime over the last few months means I am more than beach body ready (think some of the sperm whales that have washed up on the beach in Norfolk recently) so I wasn’t at all self conscious about inevitably being the only dad at the lesson. Making small talk is difficult at the best of times. Doing so whilst both parties are in swimwear can increase that awkwardness level by anything up to about 15%. Luckily everyone there was concentrating mainly on not letting their baby sink rather than eyeing me up.
Needing eye correction, I opted for spectacles judging that goggles in the baby pool might look a bit odd – not quite as odd as a the full snorkel but still odd.
The lesson itself was a smorgasbord of playful songs including the Hokey Cokey (which I hated as a child), the Wheels on the Bus (which I hated as a child) and the Grand Old Duke of York (about which I was ambivalent) as well as some general splishing and splashing. CPP stubbornly kept the fingers of one hand in his mouth for the whole lesson whilst occasionally failing to bat a plastic duck with the other.
Bobbing around as he did more or less emotionlessly I figure he probably would have been just as happy in a bucket. But, if by getting him in the pool this early, he can grow to like swimming it has to be a good thing. Hopefully he’ll be able to get a few years’ enjoyment out of it until being put off it in his teens when we force him into the water fully clothed to retrieve a brick.
My last observation – babies have special swimming nappies which are absorbent on the inside but waterproof on the outside. What an age we live in.