swimming

The last two weekends were a bit different. Two weekends ago we took dear child to the swimming pool in town. I’d been there on the Wednesday to use the treadmill as it was rather hot outside, I had taken the day off work and wanted to get some exercise, a bit of road bike and then some running.

So the last two Sundays we took dear child swimming. It’s better than running, and if I don’t use the gym then work will take the membership away.

Two weekends ago dear child used the slide to get into the water and I would catch him at the bottom before he splashed. I tried to let him get further into the water each time so he could acclimatise. On one go dear child went on the slide before I could into position, poor child went right under the water as it sends you in as if you’d dived in feet first, like a knife through butter. That was pretty much the end of that day. We’d also slipped on the steps up to the bigger water slide, first dear child went over and someone else caught him, thankfully, I was above dear child when he turned to go down without me knowing. Then when I turned to get him I slipped too.

Last weekend was a much better day. Dear child went much further into the water and near the end he was laying down fully and crawling. We played something called capsize where he was sat on my lap and I’d rock him left or right until he capsized. He thought we were playing catseyes though.

This week has been a bit mad, we can’t take him swimming anyway as we had arranged to take him to his grandparents. I’ve been working odd hours due to a petna outbreak at work.