Swim Class - Week 1

Yes, it's true. Despite the fact that I'm only 11 months old and don't understand more than 2 words that my parents say, they decided to sign me up for swimmming lessons. Damn you, Michael Phelps!!!

 

This lady (yes I said lady) that I'm staring at is my swimming instructor. I call her Sergeant Slaughter. The first day of class she declared that no matter how much crying, nobody gets to leave the pool. Ever since I've been testing the limits of this statement.

 

Here I am on this float-thingy. No one ever told me not to drink the water!!

 

By day two I was all cries all the time.

 

If you think this was just a vincent issue, think again!!

 

OK, ok, now this depth I think I can handle.

 

Whenever you get this many large people and their kids encircling a weird shaped statue like this, bad things are going to happen...

 

Argghhhhhh!!!! Run for cover!!!

 

This whole week has me questioning my invincibility. Stay tuned for the final week of swim class update to see if I improve.