She is such a big girl. Geeze. She was full of closed-lip smiles that said "mom, I'm good don't make a big deal!" But I'm beaming and only even get a half-kiss with zero hugs (mommmmm!) and she's off with about 8 other classmates led by a nice woman she's never me before. And she's a sticky mess of bug spray and sunscreen and morning sweat, all clear confirmation that it's summer in Houston.


This afternoon I catch a plane to Ohio so I can give a presentation at Ohio State University in the morning. So I will miss her first swim lesson tonight. Booooo. I know she claims she's excited and I totally need to be there but now Paul's got this but let's face it: he and I handle these things differently. In the extreme, He pushes her too hard and I don't push hard enough. We recognize this at least. I am counting on the instructor to be the tie breaker. But is it just me or do you agree the first swim lesson makes a critical impression about her whole approach to water much less the remainder of the 2-week lesson? Maybe it's just me. Fine.
She's gotten really good about holding her breath and going under water. Swim lessons was her decision. We even went over and watched few so she'd see what it's like. Yesterday we bought 3 more swim suits because already she's pretty much in the pool daily. Here's hoping tonight goes well!



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