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.