We’ve not had much planned these last few weekends, but that hasn’t stopped us being busy. With Saturdays taken up with ballet and football for G, we decided to do something the whole family would enjoy on Sunday, and took baby C for her first ever swimming trip, aged 12 weeks.
The first thing to say is how much more difficult it is taking two kids swimming! I take G to a swimming lesson once a week with C in tow which is hard enough work, but even with two of us parents there were clothes getting wet on the floor; one child suddenly announcing she needed to wee, like, now; another deciding they were hungry; and of course we didn’t have any 20p coins for the lockers, all whilst squished into a couple of tiny changing cubicles.
Note to self, next time wait for the family changing room to become free.
Overall though, I’d say it was a tentative success. G ran into a friend from school and chattered her way through most of the trip, and C didn’t shed a single tear, even when I decided it was time to start her getting used to having water splashed over her face (partly to disguise the fact that she’d just been sick in the pool, more than once – shhhh!).
I stopped short of trying out some underwater swimming with her, which we’d done with G in her baby swimming lessons years ago, though I was curious as to what reaction I’d get from the other parents if I did…one to try next time!
After the reverse manoeuvre of getting everyone out and dressed we definitely deserved the giant carvery roast dinner that we went and wolfed down. C, quite understandably, slept soundly right through that bit, and indeed slept pretty soundly last night too (6 hours! 6 hours!).
For that reason – if nothing else – I think we’ll try swimming again one day soon.