Monday, 25 November 2013: Thirty Four Weeks Old.
My favourite thing in the whole world is watching Ayla and her Daddy hang out together.
It’s Hubby’s week off this week which means we have lots of father-daughter fun ahead of us, starting with today’s swimming lesson.
Ayla has really started to get the hang of swimming these past few weeks, and today it was Hubby turn to get in the water with her and share her excitement.
Ayla kicks almost the whole time she’s swimming now, she can hold/hang onto the side all by herself, she goes under the water and swims back up without us holding her, and she’s a gun at grabbing items from below the surface.
Ayla has also become most confident baby in the pool – even happier than babies who are a year old, or who have been going to lessons longer – but I guess it’s not surprising given that Ayla spends about an hour a day in the water; splashing and kicking just never, ever, seems to get old for her.
So, by the time today’s lesson was over I wasn’t surprised to find myself wondering who had the biggest smile on their face; Ayla from all the compliments she was getting from the other parents and the instructor, or Hubby on seeing for himself what a great swimmer she is!
This vid is of Ayla’s first solo swim!
No hands, under the floaty mat she went.
I was freaking out a bit from the sidelines but Hubby had it all under control.
Friday, 25 October 2013: Two Hundred and Six Days Old.
As I sat beside the swim school pool today, I marvelled at how memories were being made before my very eyes.
As Hubby and Ayla sang the hokey pokey, splashing alongside a couple of mums and their sons, I was so proud to have such a wonderful, beautiful little family.
But what struck me most was how something as brief and simple as a 30 minute swimming lesson could become a life long memory.
Although nothing spectacular happened, the smile on Hubby’s face as he played with Ayla in the water said it all; he’s a confident, proud, loving Daddy who loves his little girl with all his heart.
I know that in 50 years time, when we’re sitting on our porch watching our grand kids play under the sprinkler, Hubby and I will remember that swimming lesson like it was only yesterday.
Because for those 30 minutes only Daddy and Daughter existed; happy in their togetherness and unabashed by their special bond.
Monday, 14 October 2013; Twenty Eight Weeks Old.
Ayla had her first swimming lesson today!
I was so excited, but I don’t know what I expected… It was actually scary and a little overwhelming!
There was only four babies in the class and we mums got in the pool with our little ones.
It was basically a few technique-based drills done to nursery rhymes (that we have to sing), which was cute and fun but felt a little bit strange at first.
What I wasn’t prepared for though was putting Ayla under the water – for some reason I just hadn’t even considered it – so when the time came I was a bit shocked.
I guess I thought we would be coached through it a bit more, but all we got was a quick how-to then “go”!
Ayla came up coughing and spluttering, but she wasn’t upset. Me though… My heart was racing!