Make no mistake I am quick.
Juliette is quicker.
She had her second day of swimming lessons today. Second day ever.
Before going, she was lobbying me to wear goggles. There is the urban myth/national enquirer component of child rearing that influences me. Surely you have heard about the kid who almost died because she/he ate a small amount of hand sanitizer, or the kid who's crocs got stuck in the escalator? One I heard recently was a near drowning because a child had never swum without goggles and wasn't prepared when he/she fell in the pool.
"Learn to swim first" I told her "once you can swim you can have goggles in the pool." This decision was one part reaction to true story/urban myth, one part not wanting to give in just because one of her friends had goggles, and one part laziness because I didn't want to have to find the goggles.
So Evie and I dropped Juliette off at 9 am this morning (my former boss tells me it starts with sane times like 9 am and the next thing I know I'll be sitting at poolside at 5:30 am waiting for diving practice to be over.) Evie isn't one to sit around, so we played ball for about 5 minutes and then went to the other pool to watch dive practice. We came back around 9:07.
Juliette's teacher called to me - "Did you see Juliette swim??"
Right, I think to myself, she's probably blowing bubbles and kicking with her teacher's hand on her waist. "No, I missed it."
The teacher takes Juliette out about 10 feet from the pole and Juliette swims underwater, touches the pole and comes up.
"Now can I have my goggles, Momma???"
