Tie game
This week, the G-man had his first swimming lesson. It's not the kind of lesson filled with mommies gently holding their babies as they kick with joy. Why? Because once you turn 3, swim lessons don't involve mommy. Not in the water. Not on the pool deck. The closest parents get is behind the glass.
The lesson was Monday. My mother called Thursday not to see how it went, but to see how bad it was. Why did she think it was less than stellar? She pointed out that I hadn't blogged about it or posted any photos. Apparently, she's got my system figured out. And she's stalking my sites.
She's right of course. Swimmingly is not how I would describe the experience. Of the 30 minute lesson, G-man was in the water maybe, maybe 10 minutes total. He also spent time out of the water crying and looking at us behind the glass or simply standing there not wanting to get back in. In fact, the only reason he went in at all, well, 2 reasons: one, the patient instructor kept putting him back in the water and; two, his best friend is in the class and she was his partner. But even with that, way before the class was over, my little Michael Phelps was being wrapped in a towel by the instructor and pushed back out to the waiting area.
Swimming lesson fail.
But all is not lost! Tuesdays are soccer. This is going much better, even though the mommies don't participate in it, either. The first day he was a little hesitant to go in without me, but he's actually enjoying it now. I think. Guess we'll see what this week brings. Still, I score this as a victory.
When I think of it, this whole week has been a yin-yang kind of thing.
He pitched a HUGE fit about going to school on Wednesday - crying, screaming - but I won.
He pitched a HUGE fit about going to lunch with me and Auntie Lolo on Thursday - crying, screaming, thrashing - but...no but, he won.
He was out of diapers. I win.
He was not in underwear. He wins.
I think batting .500 is pretty good. But I'm not all about pretty good. I banked the last point of the week when he said he didn't want to go to an event on Friday. Granted, he didn't really put up much of a fight and we were 10 minutes late, but in the end, it was success.
Still, who's keeping score?
