On Monday, at eighteen months old, Mila started swimming lessons. It marked the first time she has been officially enrolled in a class by herself. Of course, I went in the pool with her- you know-because she can’t really swim yet, but officially? She was enrolled in a class! By herself!
For the record, she isn’t a fan of being enrolled in a class by herself.
Most of the swimming lesson was spent listening to her yell, “NO!” at the teacher. Also, she refused to splash during the friendly splashing song, but was happy to splash her classmates when they grabbed at the pink duck she wanted.
She cried when we sang, “Pop goes the weasel!” and looked at me like I was insane when I tried to get her to blow bubbles.
Oh, and, she ran away when I helped her out of the pool to work on jumping in.
The only sign that she might be ok with returning next week? The incessant chanting of “MOTORBOAT” on the way home and as she fell asleep that night.
PS: The brother also started swimming lessons last night. Of course he loved it. The only time he yelled was when we told him it was time to go home.