Jelly Monkey

Getting psyched for my big debut

We enrolled our little dude in a six session swim class.  I know he's barely six months old but I'm keeping with tradition. My parents did a baby bubbles class with me at that age so it seems appropriate. Based on the baths and showers we've given Lil Man we had a pretty good idea he'd love the water. I'd been looking forward to this for the past two months. The class requirement stated he had to be at least 6 months old so we waited for the class that started three days after his half birthday hurdle. We already had a swimsuit and the day of we walked to the store to score some swim diapers. Paul even had the day off so he was going to be to be a part of this milestone. We were more than ready for this exciting venture. My stomach, however, was not.  To spare you the details, lets just say I drank a lot of prune juice that day to hopefully eleviate my issues.  Hip Monkey and I were suffering from the same ailment but he was prepared to carry on.  I was not.  By the time the class was about to start I wasn't sure if they would have to evacuate and drain the pool after I got in (Code brown) or they would wonder if I smuggled a motorboat in my bikini bottoms. Since either scenario couldn't be risked & we couldn't find a swim diaper that would fit me, Paul stepped up to the plate. I squatted on the edge, played papparazzo and cropdusted poor unsuspecting lifeguards.


Not so good with directions but mom and dad are still proud

Finally got it right, and loving it

Re-enacting a last scene from the Titanic, "I love you Rose but this noodle isn't big enough for both of us..."
There goes Rose.

And ending my class in a shouting match with the lifeguard.  "Man your mom stinks!" "Crazy water lady... You stink!" She told me I could come back... I told her she couldn't!