Swimming

Edith and I continue to go to swim class every weekend, and Edith continues to be afraid of the pool wall, but she’s getting slightly more comfortable every time. Today, she only really cried once.

When she did another little girl in the class (not quite two years old) became very distressed and wouldn’t go back to swimming until she had been allowed to get close to Edith and touch her arm, and confirm that she was ok. It was possibly the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.

We’ve more or less gotten the whole changing thing down to a science. As a friend recommended, we wear our swim stuff under our clothes, which works pretty well, except for today, Edith’s swim diaper somehow malfunctioned on the way to swim class and when we arrived, I found she had peed herself in the car. Ah, well.