Putting My Fish In The Water.

Tom loves the water.

At night when I say, “Tom do you want to take a bath?” He starts waving his arms and repeats “Bath! Bath! Bath!” and then he crawls as fast as he can toward the bathroom.

And he wants to stay in his bath for 45 minutes or so.

He loves playing in it, splashing me, putting his hands under the running water and putting his entire face in it and blowing bubbles.

Tom even loves baths when he has to be put in a food storage container because park cabins don't have baths.

And it’s not just the bath he loves — he seeks out water wherever it may be (dog dish, mud puddle, collected on the grill cover that didn’t quite get put back on the grill to cover it) and splashes in it.

Oh, and he’ll put his face in those waters too.

What I’m saying is…

He is a fish.

So I decided to sign Tom and I up for Baby and Me swim lessons at a nearby indoor heated pool facility recommended by a friend.

I was stoked!

I knew Tom would love it!

And today was our first swim lesson.

There are five other mommies and babies in our class and Tom had already made friends with a little girl on our walk inside. (Yay!) The other mommies were in the pool pulling their babies around on those little floating noodle things, having a great time, when Tom and I got in.

And Tom FREAKED out!

With hate.

Not just a little bit.

He acted like I was putting him in a pool of snakes.

He immediately clung on to me for dear life and began his little moaning cry — the one that let’s me know he is not at all okay with what is happening.

So I started bobbing with him in the water and saying soothing things like, “It’s okay, Tom!” and “Isn’t this fun?”

Tom’s response?

Waving his arms wildly while yelling, “DONE! DONE! DONE! DONE! DONE!”

So then we began doing little activities with our babies in the pool that would help them learn to paddle and kick their legs.

By “we” I mean everyone else.

The “we” of Tom and I just kept up the bobbing and soothing talk due to the fact Tom would not let go.

At all.

He clawed into my back.

He tried to grab on to anything he could. Which was me.

And then when I tried to turn him around so he could face the group for the next activity, he screamed bloody murder, grabbed my swimsuit top string and pulled.

That’s right.

Our first swim lesson. Ever. I don’t know these people at all.

And my child unties my top while accusing me of torture in his own (very, very loud) way.

Mortified!

All in all, I think I can safely say that Tom liked his first swim lesson just as much as he liked his first trip to the pool back in June.

I’m going to need a stronger suit.

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7 Responses to Putting My Fish In The Water.

  1. Jen says:

    Oh no!! Too funny, though… I wonder why he was so scared. Are you going to keep going back?

    • loveandkate says:

      The only thing I can think of is that he was really tired. He’d fallen asleep on the way there (it’s only 10 minutes away — short nap!) and I had to wake him to go inside. Maybe he wasn’t in the mood for new things! And yes, we’re signed up for the next 5 weeks so…I’ll let you know how it goes next Friday! 🙂

  2. Melissa says:

    Yikes! We just signed up at the YMCA near us and one of the first orders of business is getting him signed up for swim classes. So note to self… wear a 1 piece. Where are you taking him?

  3. Victoria says:

    That is really, really funny! I am so sorry. I have resigned myself to the world of one piece swimsuits or at least very good, thick straps.

  4. Robyn says:

    Awww… maybe he’ll like it next week. Please update!

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