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What to do with a three year old and a six month old? Swimming of course! Niko’s been practicing his floats and was dying to show them off to his new friend Mya. So off to the pool we went for Niko’s first public swimming experience: but it’s March Break and things were a little, (actually a lot) hectic.

As we squished our way (baby car seat and all) through the narrow change room and out into the pool area it felt like we were in some sort of slippery wet nether world. What I mean is, it was SO packed; we were in a single file just to get out of the change room, although that also had something to do with the design of the space, meeting with the sheer number of patrons visiting the pool on this March Break Thursday.

Actually the water was packed too; there were a tonne of kids and parents splashing around, having a good time. I did a quick calculation and figured it was about one swimmer (or more) for every square foot of space – so you can just imagine how busy it was. When we first stepped out on the deck, my friend Jen put it disgustingly well: “It’s like DNA soup”! Ewww! And by soup she was referring to all the pee that was no doubt intermingling with all the swimmers (which was soon to include our petite entourage as well)! Did I say Ewww…cuz EW! Thank goodness for the powers of chlorine.

Once in the water we quickly discovered that those giant flutter boards were prized real estate: Mya had one but it got jacked pretty much the second it slipped from her tiny hands. However, despite the busyness of the place, we all had a great time and found comfort knowing we didn’t see any floating Band-Aids (but I guess that doesn’t necessarily guarantee that they weren’t there).

Recipe for DNA Soup: Take one public swimming pool and fill to capacity (say 350+). Let nature take its course. Then kick, splash and blow bubbles to your heart’s content.

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Well, it turns out that feeding solids (or the mush that is classified as solids and otherwise known as barley cereal) adds a whole new dimension to the process of getting ready. Niko had his swimming lesson today and I woke him (which I hate to do in the first place) with what I thought was enough time to eat some barley, get dressed and get out the door, and we did make it there with just a minute to spare, but the feeding of these “solids” takes longer than expected at times. I mean, Niko likes to look around, talk between spoonfuls, occasionally suck on his fingers and then proceed to rub barley all over his face, neck, nose, you name it. You really just can’t rush a baby into eating, and I don’t want to rush him, but I was definitely watching the minutes tick away as he was babbling between mouthfuls of barley this morning.

On a side note: Once we got to swimming Niko had a great time. The whole class donned lifejackets and he was happily floating around on his front and his back, and I gave him his weekly dunking, which he didn’t seem to mind either. We always end our lesson in the hot tub – which, from a purely selfish perspective, is a great way to relax and warm up. But little Niko got so relaxed that as we were sitting there, me chit chatting with some of the other moms and Niko sitting in the warm water, I felt him getting progressively heavier and heavier, and when I looked down I saw that he had completely nodded off. One mom noticed and laughed and said to me, “I saw him looking down further and further, and I thought he was really foucssing on something. But then I realized, I don’t think he’s focussing, I think he’s fallen asleep”! Who falls asleep at a swimming lesson!? I guess a baby with a belly full of barley does.


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