As I quietly got up in the dark on a Saturday morning, careful not to wake anyone as I got dressed and out the door, I thought to myself, "Seriously, this is crazy." Waiting in a line that wraps around the city for swim lessons is kinda crazy. The swim lessons at the Brea Plunge are somewhat of a local phenomenon. I heard someone ask, "Geez, is Justin Beiber teaching swim lessons here?" Some people spend the night in line to be at the front... now THAT is crazy. I think those over-nighters actually enjoy it though, like a fun tradition. To be honest, thanks to my costco beach chair with a pillow and Tina Fey's book, "Bossypants," I didn't mind it much this year either. I bet the people half asleep in line next to me thought I was crazy, laughing out loud by myself.
This year was Wendy's fourth and Harvey's first year of swim lessons. Wendy did so great! This was the first year that she didn't cry even once. She usually cries the first couple days, but this year she loved it from the start. It might have been because she didn't forget how to swim over the winter like she normally does. She's lucky to have a heated pool in both of her grandparents backyards where she spends her days when I'm at work (a fact that makes me happy and a little nervous at the same time). So she basically got to go swimming at least every Monday and Wednesday for a year. Her swim teacher, Miss Nikki, was shocked at her skills and how fast she swam. She couldn't believe it was her first time in a level 2 class. I was a proud momma watching her come up for breaths and do adorable little backstrokes. She was also a little doll for me, having to sit patiently, wrapped in a towel, and watch Harvey & I do his swim lessons for a half an hour after hers. All the moms kept commenting on how good she was. It really made me happy to watch her sit patiently and cheer on her baby brother.
* Harvey & Miss Ally
The last two days of lessons they had the kids jump off the diving board, or, I should say, had us parents drop our babies off the diving board. Harvey couldn't wait for his turn. He kept pointing at the diving board and basically ran to the end of it (holding onto my fingers because he's one of my babies which means he won't be walking until he's 18 months old). He didn't even cry when I dropped him. He came out of the water pointing, kicking his legs and grunting like he wanted to do it again. It was the most bizarre thing. So I let him do it again. My children never cease to amaze me.