Before it gets too far away from me...

...I thought I'd better blog about the momentous event that occured on Saturday. Ryan had his very first swimming lesson in the "big boys" class. The one that doesn't require me to don my baggy faded togs and jump in with him. Praise the Lord.

I predicted disaster from the get-go. Our Ryan is not keen on separation from his parental unit at the best of times but to dump him in a pool with a strange woman (yes, one stranger than I) and three other unfamiliar tiny-tots was probably pushing the friendship. I escorted him over to his new teacher, who boomed in a friendly, but firm voice, "Hi Ryan. I'm M. You going to come for a swim with me?". What choice did the boy have? He nodded with wide eyes and went to her, possibly too afraid to consider doing the bolt.

It went well. He dived, paddled, kicked and blew bubbles. He Humpty Dumpty-ed from standing when the other boys opted to sit. He monkey-ed for his life and only asked to get out once and thankfully, there were no tears at all. From him, anyway...