Swim Punny Swim!

Tonight was Sam's first (official) swim lesson. When your dad is "Mr. Butterfly" and has swum competitively for as long as he has, everything, including your first bath is considered a 'swim lesson'. Paul had been priming Sam for this day since he first came home from the hospital, practicing his dives at every diaper change by positioning his little chubby baby legs precisely and calling, "Pencil!, Jack-knife!, Cannonball!!!"

We packed his 'swim bag' earlier in the day and sat down for an early family dinner of spaghetti. We loaded up the stroller and walked over to the local high school. Petey and I tagged along as spectator, photographer and two man cheering section.

A proud Paul and nervous Sam emerged from their first father-son locker room experience and we headed into the pool. The lesson lasted a half an hour and was more of a sing along than a swim lesson, but we're easing in to the butterfly. Perhaps next week. Sam loved it and we've already inquired about getting Pete into the 'water babies' class next week because I was nearly mauled by attempting to hold him back from water for an entire 30 minutes.

"I'm too sexy for my stroller"

a boy and his swim bag

proud much?