Nicholas is a hit when we go to the neighbourhood pool .. especially if the twins next door are there with their friends. They will immediately leave their games in the big pool to join us in the paddling pool. It is so wonderful to watch 11-year-olds playing with a 2-year-old, of their own volition, and having so much fun with it! They love vying for his attention and he’s thrilled to be in the centre of it all. Bradley and Ian are so patient and careful with him that I can sit back and just watch.
Sam held the back of his life jacket and encouraged him to swim one day a couple of weeks ago, so since then he’s been doing it on his own. He doesn’t get very far, but he is kicking his feet and moving his arms in the dog paddle. He is so incredibly comfortable in the water, even if he tips over and loses his footing, he can scramble around and get his head above water, sometimes spluttering a little but in good spirits.
I love watching him stick his face in the water and blow bubbles, try to swim, or even on the rare occasion, float for a second or two on his back. I know that is a difficult position for him, as it takes away all control, and he never wanted to do it in swim class, so it’s great to see him try it on his own from time to time.
One of the skills he did in swim class that I haven’t seen again since was diving down to pick up rings from the bottom of the pool. He really enjoyed it the one time we did it, and was surprisingly good at it, but then has said “not” every other time I’ve suggested it.
“Not”, by the way, is pronouned as “note”, but with two syllables … “no…te”. It took us quite a while to figure out where it came from and then I caught myself saying “not” with an English accent one day and it all came clear. Isn’t it amazing what they choose to pick up, eh?!