Well, we had swimming lessons yesterday and quite the time of it, too. Apparently when you swim there’s this thing called ‘form.’ The idea is to have a consistant motion that propels you through the water. The instructor gave us tips on a swimming stroke called ‘Free Style.’ When it was my turn to show him my free style swim when I surfaced he said, “Good!” Then, in typical teaching fashion he kindly told me that every part of my stroke, movement and activity in the water was slightly to severly off with two exceptions: I didn’t sink and I didn’t drown.

However, I get the sense this morning that swimming is good for me and something I should pursue as a physical activity because I’m really sore in more parts of my body. I’m most likely going to join the Recreational Center so that I can get going and practicing my strokes, build large muscles and generally turn myself into Colorado’s next Gubernator.

In other lessons in swimming Abby had a nightmare last night and so came to be in our bed. We let her sleep in our bed for a bit so that she can rest and relax and fall back to sleep. Stupid. Why? Because Abigail was practicing her free style swim between Jessica and I. Arms flailed, feet flew about kicking both of us and her body writhed against us. The tough part is that she was asleep while all of this happens. I couldn’t be mad at her for intentionally kicking me in the kidney if it was an accident. So at around 3:30 as we started the second round of her swimming practice I carried her into her own bed to practice in a solo session.