Eva started swim lessons last week at the local community college aquatic center. The beginner’s class meets every morning for two weeks. They use an indoor pool with a large wading depth area which gradually deepens to four feet. The building is heated so none of the swimmers catch a chill when they leave the pool, but it can sometimes get too warm for the spectators. The parents are only allowed to watch the first and last lessons, so I spend most of the half-hour chatting with another mother I met who has 5-month-old twin girls to entertain while they wait for big brother and sister to finish their swimming lessons.
I occasionally catch a glimpse of Eva through the window, flailing her arms and legs like an octopus or eagerly jumping off the edge to her waiting instructor. Though she’s reticent to get her face or ears wet, she always seems to have a good time. She’s even begun giving Amanda “swim lessons” at home, starting with telling her sister to jump off the couch “into the water” (carpet).
Eva’s been covered with bug bites lately. Sometimes she has so many red spots that I worried her instructor might think it was a rash and try to keep her out of the pool, but so far nobody’s said anything. It’s been a terrible flea and mosquito season this year, and they seem to find Eva wherever she goes. We’ve put Advantage on the cat, treated the carpets, sprayed the entire backyard, and even put a flea collar inside the vacuum cleaner, which seems to have slowed them down somewhat. Still, I frequently find fleas jumping on the baby as she crawls around, and Eva and Dave both find themselves scratching a new bite or two every day.