My Three Fish
Judging by the wakes they leave behind them, missing a few swim lessons because of 
heavy smoke from our local fires hasn't had much of an effect on the older two Z fish...er, kids. In each case, they’ve returned to the pool without missing a stroke, easily keeping up with and even surpassing their peers. Lucky them. I guess when you're born to be in the water, you can get away with skipping a class or three.
As he and Zoë wrapped up their latest sessions of lessons at the YMCA this morning, Zach completed the highest-level class offered and was invited to join the Y's swim team. While I dread swimming a single lap, Zach finds doing them in quantity and at top speed a joy and a challenge. He's approached each new stroke with gusto, and he takes it personally if he's not the fastest swimmer not just in each class, but also on each lap.
Though he'll probably opt for the very strong city team over the Y's, that decision will wait until next summer since he's attending camp next week and starting school two weeks later. Given that he's expressed an interest in being a lifeguard, too--recognizing that it's a much better summer job than fast food or retail--I suspect this is just the start of things for Zach and swimming.
Zoë, meanwhile, who was absolutely terrified of water at the beginning of last summer and begging to drop out of lessons when this one began, today completed the second-highest class at the Y with the recommendation that she next move up to the class Zach just completed.
Though her backstroke needs some work, her confidence and form in the forward crawl have grown by leaps and bounds in the past few weeks, with Zoë following in the footsteps of her brother, literally flying by everyone else in her class. And she's become quite the diver, too, which is a major accomplishment for someone who just last summer was afraid to put her head under water.
As if it wasn’t enough to have two fish in the family—three if you count Kelly—it’s becoming obvious that Zienna will soon be hot on Zoë and Zach's caudal fins. With each passing day, Zienna has become less and less willing to "go play with the kids" in the Y's child watch room, realizing fully that she is missing out on swim time her siblings are enjoying. "I go swimming" quickly became her mantra to the childcare volunteers, and it has become more and more emphatic each day. She's then typically begged me for the same all afternoon. On the occasions that we've taken her to the pool after Kelly's come home from work, she's been as happy as if we'd given her a pony—and she's never wanted to leave.
Obviously and fortunately, the kids got Kelly's fish genes. And I'm having a blast watching them grow their gills.
heavy smoke from our local fires hasn't had much of an effect on the older two Z fish...er, kids. In each case, they’ve returned to the pool without missing a stroke, easily keeping up with and even surpassing their peers. Lucky them. I guess when you're born to be in the water, you can get away with skipping a class or three.As he and Zoë wrapped up their latest sessions of lessons at the YMCA this morning, Zach completed the highest-level class offered and was invited to join the Y's swim team. While I dread swimming a single lap, Zach finds doing them in quantity and at top speed a joy and a challenge. He's approached each new stroke with gusto, and he takes it personally if he's not the fastest swimmer not just in each class, but also on each lap.
Though he'll probably opt for the very strong city team over the Y's, that decision will wait until next summer since he's attending camp next week and starting school two weeks later. Given that he's expressed an interest in being a lifeguard, too--recognizing that it's a much better summer job than fast food or retail--I suspect this is just the start of things for Zach and swimming.
Zoë, meanwhile, who was absolutely terrified of water at the beginning of last summer and begging to drop out of lessons when this one began, today completed the second-highest class at the Y with the recommendation that she next move up to the class Zach just completed.
Though her backstroke needs some work, her confidence and form in the forward crawl have grown by leaps and bounds in the past few weeks, with Zoë following in the footsteps of her brother, literally flying by everyone else in her class. And she's become quite the diver, too, which is a major accomplishment for someone who just last summer was afraid to put her head under water.
As if it wasn’t enough to have two fish in the family—three if you count Kelly—it’s becoming obvious that Zienna will soon be hot on Zoë and Zach's caudal fins. With each passing day, Zienna has become less and less willing to "go play with the kids" in the Y's child watch room, realizing fully that she is missing out on swim time her siblings are enjoying. "I go swimming" quickly became her mantra to the childcare volunteers, and it has become more and more emphatic each day. She's then typically begged me for the same all afternoon. On the occasions that we've taken her to the pool after Kelly's come home from work, she's been as happy as if we'd given her a pony—and she's never wanted to leave.
Obviously and fortunately, the kids got Kelly's fish genes. And I'm having a blast watching them grow their gills.
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