Thank God we were in the pool already!

Okay the mood around here has gotten much too serious.  I don't like that for very long.  My life is never serious for long.

The boys and I have been taking swim lessons this past week.  I say "and I" because at 2 Max is in a Mommy and Me class where we both get in.  Z the big man is in his own class and seems to be doing well on all accounts, I don't see him since I am in a different pool with little brother at the same time.

I have been excited about this for a while, for the last two years I tried to get us registered in Las Cruces, but it they were hard to get into. (Too many people wanted to take them.)  I hoped  that wouldn't be a problem here and have been anxously awaited the announcement in the paper to register.

I was so excited about the prospect I even bought a swimming suit back in March or April.  I spied one at Target (you prounounce that Tar jae if you want to sound fancy).  It is a great suit, brown with turquoise accents, my favorite color combo of the season. I was even feeling so confident to get a three piece, tankini top with bottoms and a skirt.  It has a halter top and is somewhat low cut.  I even had my mother and sister's with me for second and third party affirmations. Girls you know how hard it is to find a suit you love, especially if you are over a certain size! This is a similar suit since I spent so much time explaining it. 

However as you can guess if I am telling you all about this there is a dark brown side to this story. 

Max is 2, 2 years olds are particluar, hence the moniker terrible twos.  He clings to me like a scared cat.  You know the one clinging on for dear life and trying to get on top of your head.  I thought after a few days of this he would become comfortable and particpate in the class more.  It depends on the day.  On Thursday I thought I had found the perfect scenario.  I leaned against the wall and he was more comforable letting his feet float out and then he even wanted to turn around.  I was thrilled.  Although he was still clinging to my suit as he turned to face out.  Once we got all turned around we started floating out in the pool.  Sucesss!!!  Of course it was around then I felt something funny on my back and realize my halter had come untied, freeing the girls.

Luckily none of the dads brought kids that day it was just us mommies, and the sweet instructor helped fix me up.  No one pointed and laughed in front of me at least.  It wasn't quite as bad as the dreams I used to have where I showed up to school and somehow had forgotten to wear clothing. Oh and guess what? We have another week coming up, I can't wait!