swim class part deux

I think G and I may be thinking the same thing, "please don't make me go to swim class again."

Really, tonight's class was no worse than last week. But it wasn't better and that's the problem. Fingers crossed tomorrow (we really have to go two days in a row) will be better. He does all "the moves" like a champ. He floats by himself. He jumps off the step to the teacher. He dives for his rings. He doesn't seem scared of the tasks. It's the fact that Deeda isn't in the pool with him that seems to be the catch.

Tonight we could see him tightening his jaw trying not to cry...and then other times he called out or did one of his infamous screams. Still, a lot of hiccup-ish, crying, hyperventilating. There are two other boys in the class. One of them would talk to G while the teacher was on the OTHER SIDE OF THE POOL! We could read his lips and see he was saying, "Why are you crying?" He would touch him on the shoulder trying to comfort him. Something about seeing two toddlers in this interaction is so super cute.

On a lighter note we're all fired up for the Olympics and have replaced the nightly Lightening McQueen routine with an option of five minutes of swimming, diving, beach volleyball or gymnastics.

The sayings of the week are:

"A little bit." As in,"I want to play with my Thomas for a little bit before I brush my teeth."

Then there's, "Come closer mommy. Come closer Deeda." This is a routine that tends to happen toward the end of dinner. We both scoot closer and then we get a kiss on the cheek. We hate it!

And who could forget Deeda's favorite, "Step up your game?" There is no real appropriate context for this one. It's just the phrase the boys exchange and then they giggle at each other about it. Tards.