The Future Fishie… I hope..

Two children. BOTH napping.


Pigs must be in flying in the air somewhere…..


The Tackler is taking his second summer of swimming lessons.  While he’s always loved the water, he’s not always been a fan of putting his face under the water, or getting his ears wet.  This meant that when he “swam” he’d arch his head out of the water so if you let him go, he’d sink like a lead weight.

As mentioned previously, he WOULD NOT LISTEN AT ALL to his previous swim teacher. He sort of did the first week, but he quickly learned that if he didn’t want to do something, he’d persist and get his way.  So after a month, he completely tuned her out and just did whatever he wanted to do.

Not exactly an efficient use of our time or money, given the lessons it taught him (i.e. do whatever you want).

So me being, well me, talked to the people running the show and explained if we stayed with her we’d have to quit lessons, because he wasn’t learning anything other than to sharpen his “deaf ears.”

So now we have Miss Beth.  Beth who has several children.  My son reminds her of her 18 year old (as opposed to previous teacher who might not even be eighteen yet).  Needless to say, over the last two weeks, The Tackler has LISTENED and even seems to be enjoying his swim lessons.  She knows how to be strict but fun and doesn’t take any of his 3.5 year old monkey business, unless of course it’s complying with what she’s saying.

It’s like watching a different child in lessons. At a few of his previous ones, you’d have thought he was terrified of the water and was being tortured due to the tantrum he threw when I insisted he do things the teacher’s way. 

This Saturday, Miss Beth tossed my son in the water and he shot through it like a torpedo, UNDER THE SURFACE.  The water he used to HATE putting his face in (this was also helped greatly by giving him some goggles – he LOVES being able to see under water).  I couldn’t help grinning watching him (as opposed to wanting to hide in the bathroom so no one would know the disobedient screaming child was mine).  Nothing is more enjoyable that watching your child enjoy learning something new.

She even briefly got him to lay on his back, which is the one thing he absolutely HATES (because of the “water in the ears feeling”).

I face swim lessons with a new sense of hope now. I can’t wait to see my son learn more swimming skills because hey, it’s HOT here (100s forecast for the next week).  Love and respect of the water are a necessity to surviving summers.

I’m counting down to the summers of spending the afternoon at the pool with both of my children.

But first, The Tackler must become one of those fishies he obsesses about.

Next summer, it’s Lil Diva’s turn.

Lil Diva  already beats to the tune of her own drum…


I would like to thank my daughter, who after days of napping for no more than 45 minutes at a time, has finally taken TWO long naps today!  I was able to unload the dishwasher, make dinner in the crock pot, do a load of laundry, clean up kitty barf (oh goody), pick up the toys, make the kids a fresh fruit smoothie, partially sweep my floor, and now blog! The only things missing are my exercise and shower, thanks to the gym being closed for new carpet this week (insert dramatic sobbing here). Hoping to get a swim in later sans kiddos when Computer God gets home.

Also, thanks to my neighbor who had The Tackler hang out with her boy today.  It completely wore him out and he’s taken a VERY nice nap as well.

It’s like Christmas! It turned into a good day IN SPITE of being awake since 5 AM, courtesy of my body (can’t blame the kiddos for that one).

Updated 7-20-11: My son will actually swim, float on his back, and dive for rings. I switched him from group lessons to semi-private ones (with only one other person) and he has been doing this since last October. Our biggest issue now is breathing and how to do this without standing up mid-swim. He is still with Miss Beth who we love.


About Kelly K @ Dances with Chaos

Kelly K has learned the five steps to surviving of motherhood: 1) Don't get mad. Grab your camera. 2) Take a photograph. 3) Blog about it. 4) Laugh. 5) Repeat. She shares these tales at Dances with Chaos in order to preserve what tiny amount of sanity remains. You can also find her on her sister blog, Writing with Chaos ( sharing memoir and engaging in her true love: fiction writing. It's cheaper than therapy.
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