For Mother's Day Paul gave me a choice between a membership to the Science Museum or something else (I forget - mom-brain strikes again). Anyhow, I said, I like that idea, but what about swimming lessons at a gym for Pierce? If we did the lessons at a gym, I could put the twins in the child care center and Pierce and I could do the lessons. Paul liked that idea, so it was decided.
Well, wouldn't you know I made phone call after phone call and couldn't get anyone to call me back from several gyms?
Not only that, but the one gym I reached didn't know what time of day the lessons would be and told me that child care wouldn't be offered during that time. Um, okay, that doesn't even make sense!
Then one day we picked up the Sunday paper and saw how cheap little pools were.
Really not much more than swimming lessons + child care would be.
So why not?
Granted, by the time we built a flat spot in our yard and covered it with sand plus bought all the accessories it was a little more pricey - but still relatively inexpensive.
Maybe that's why people call these little above ground pools white trash. What can I say? We're embracing our white trash side. At least it's behind the house and not in the front yard ;-)
I have to say, after a long run, hopping in the pool is therapy for tired legs.
And Pierce is enjoying his daily swims immensely. So far he can blow bubbles and use his kickboard. We're working on floating and doggie paddle.
Yup, it seems like everyone is having a grand time.
Everyone that is except for....
Ah, Mister Cortankerous strikes again.
Get me OUT! I don't want to get WET!!
Well, maybe he'll warm up to it as the summer progresses?