Baby swim class

This past weekend my daughter took her first swim class.  She absolutely loves bath time (maybe like her OCD dad loves showers), plus I have a webbed toe, so I need to pass on our long line of amphibian heritage to her…or is it possible inbreeding?  Whatever.

Of course, I also realize a baby just under six months isn’t really going to pick up a mean breaststroke or flip turn.  Not the first week at least.  There was a lot of general assimilation and not surprisingly she had a blast.  The wimpy 8 month old next to us was crying the whole time.  Take that, 8 month old – my daughter is a bad ass!

The only down part to the whole thing was when I realized I had to remove my shirt.  Six months of dad bod and the complete absence of sunlight on my body since mid-July were suddenly just out there.  Luckily, I’m getting hairier by the hour, so…oh wait, that’s not good either.  I think I am going to pick up a scuba suit for next week.