Swimmin’
I’ve been taking Ezra to swim lessons since Monday of last week. He’s enjoying being in the water - especially last week when it was soooooo unusually hot. But I don’t think he’s really into swimming lessons themselves. For starters, he hasn’t learned the first lesson - how to put your face in the water and blow bubbles. I think he may have some latent memory of the womb and how he used to inhale/swallow amniotic fluid like a fish in a pond, because every time he sticks his face in the water he either drinks or inhales. He likes to splash and play with some of the toys, and he likes the part where we sing “Motor boat motorboat go so slow, motorboat motorboat go so fast, motorboat motorboat kick up the gas!” Except at that last part, after we have all gone around in a circle faster and faster, we’re supposed to put our faces near the water and blow bubbles and Ezra of course is either drinking or sputtering and the teachers are looking at me funny. But that’s OK. Ezra doesn’t really like to do what they want anyway, he’d much rather play his own games and sing his own songs and splash me with water. I think his last straw with the lessons was the toy incident of last week where he stomped out of the pool in protest of being told he had to give up a toy. Maybe he’s already got a problem with authority figures?