Watch Out Water World, Here I Come!

What do you do when your mom finds a wetsuit just your size for $2 in the Anacortes Soroptimists' thrift shop? Join a Water Babies class, that's what!
I've been attending the weekly class at our pool most weeks since I was six months old. That's when they let you in -- something about that being the age when you're not likely to poop in the pool! Well, I've never done it; I don't know about all the other kids.

The adults (usually my mom, but this time Grannie Annie) hold us in their arms and circle up to hear the instructor Nancy call out the water moves. We sing little songs about motorboats (blowing bubbles) and pancakes (flipping over from front to back). It's kind of like library storytime, but without the books and with swimsuits.
And, yeah, I'm learning to swim -- sort of. I haven't dog paddled on my own yet, but I can kick and float on my back and I "reach and pull" with my hands toward floaty toys that maddeningly float out of my reach. And at the end of the class, I take a spin in an inflatable boat. When I'm older, there's a water slide I can try.
But for now, I'm just chillin' poolside in my wetsuit, checkin' out the babes -- I mean, other babies!