The water's fine.

Jones had a big day.

Today was the day that he and I started our Parent & Child Swim Class at the Eastside YMCA in Greenville.  I was nervous about how he'd do, to be honest. His first time in Mom and Daddy's pool this summer was not exactly what I'd call pleasant. He got used to it really quickly, but even now, he's good for about 25 minutes of swimming before he wants to sit on the side of the pool or walk around on the deck while the rest of us try to entice him back in to the water.

Today, though, he did great (did you hear that? That was my sigh of relief). There were two other kids, a mom, and a dad in the class, and a teacher who looked to be about Camden's age. Her youth notwithstanding, she had the kids laughing and splashing like they were born swimmers.

One game that they played required they throw a ball in the water and then "swim" to it, powered by their parents' arms. When they'd reach the ball, they'd have to throw it again and, again, swim to it, all the way up and down the swim lane. A variation to this was throwing the ball to the teacher, swimming to her, and then throwing the ball to the parent and swimming back to them. During this game, Jones would make a "tsssssss" sound every time he threw the ball. It's the same sound he makes when he does his fist bump, and it was absolutely adorable.

The last exercise of the thirty-minute class required sitting the kids on the side of the pool and seeing if they'd slide or jump in. Jones had zero trouble with the "slide-in;" we didn't even try the jump, because, true to form, he was beginning to meltdown after 25 minutes in the pool. Maybe we'll try the "jump-in" at our next class.

Or the next.

If I'm feeling brave.

Or crazy.

We go back every Monday and Wednesday in July.