The day started off as usual with both boys sleeping until 7:00, but the anticipation of the upcoming adventure was hanging in the air. Harry went right back to sleep after eating his breakfast, but Ollie was raring to go.
By 10:00 we were packed up and heading to Grammie's to drop Harry off to stay. He didn't even wake up when I put him in his car seat. How could he sleep knowing we were about to go swimming? Probably just little brother jealousy.
We arrived at the YMCA around 10:30 and of course Ollie had fallen asleep. I sat in the car for a few minutes knowing he would be crabby when I woke him, but also knowing I had no choice. So without delay, I grabbed Ollie and our bag and in we went.
Before Ollie was even coherent, we were in the family locker room and I was changing him into a swim diaper and his swimming trunks. This did not make him happy, which made me even more nervous. As usual things were not off to a good start.
Once we were dressed, we found our way to the indoor pool all the while looking for Macie and Mandy. Ollie was whimpering and holding onto my hand for dear life the entire time. Poor little guy is not good with unfamiliar situations.
Thankfully, when we opened the door to the pool we heard Mandy calling our names. We walked over to meet them, but Ollie was so distracted by the pool and the people in and around it, that he couldn't even make time to say hello. As the picture below illustrates, Miss Macie was not completely sure of the whole swimming thing either.
Finally, it was 11:00 and time for the lesson to start. We picked up our little darlings and walked toward the shallow end. As we slowly descended into the water, Ollie was holding on to my neck for dear life. We met our classmates George and Aubrey and then began the process of familiarizing ourselves with the pool. With lots of reassurance, Ollie was starting to relax and let go of the death grip within 3 or 4 minutes.
Slowly he became more and more confident and by the end of the lesson he was jumping (or maybe I should say falling) off the ledge into my arms. He was even starting to kick and move his arms around. This was a good thing until the lesson was over and it was time to exit the pool. My little darling threw a tantrum and cried as we left the pool, kept crying as we walked to the locker room, and cried the entire time we got dressed. Macie didn't know what to think of this crazy behavior and actually called Ollie a baby. She was absolutely correct! Finally when we got to the parking lot, whiny hiney Ollie stopped crying.
As soon as we pulled out of the parking lot, my the little guy started jabbering on. He had so much to say. I was so relieved that we survived the lesson without incident (i.e. dirty diaper, bathing suit falling off, freaking out in the pool...) that I decided to treat Ollie and myself to a nice lunch at Chipotle. This was really tasty, but not a quick meal because Ollie was so distracted by all the lunchers and the traffic in the parking lot and on the highway.
After lunch we were off to Kroger's. I forgot how easy it was to shop with just one child, but we spent way more money with all the extra cart space.
Next, it was back to Grammie's to collect Harry and get both boys home before nap time. Ollie could barely keep his eyes open and fell asleep as soon as his head hit the mattress. I was exhausted too, but for some reason I just didn't have time to take a snooze. Oh well, maybe tomorrow.
On a side note, congratulations to my nephew, Jordan, the newest CCHS graduate! Way to go Jordy!
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