We made our first family outing last night to the YMCA to introduce Nikki to the swimming pool. I tried for ten minutes to get a cute shot of her in her adorable swimsuit, but this was the best one I could get now that she’s become mobile and doesn’t understand words like “sit,” “stay,” or “roll over.”
We had a ball at the pool, though. She loved watching us go under water and come back up again. She would just squeal and laugh and giggle and it was so awesome because we all enjoyed it as a family. It’s nice when “firsts” can be a family event, and since we miss out on so many with her being a daycare, we like to make big productions out of the ones we can control ourselves like First Swim, First Ice Cream, and First Beer…the usual.
There’s a weird system of locker rooms at the Y. They are labeled Men’s, Women’s, Boy’s Family and Girl’s Family. Now, after much confusion and thinking, “What if a father and his little girl were in the ‘Girls Family’ locker room at the same time as a Mom and her little girl?” I realized the last two should read Women’s Family and Men’s Family. One is for Dads and their kids and the other is for Moms and their kids. I may have stood guard in the hall for 15 minutes watching who went in and out so I could make sense of it all. I know it seems like a simple concept but I like to make things really difficult and awkward.
There’s also a “shower before entering pools” policy that I blew off until LilZ snapped at me, “You are supposed to SHOWER FIRST, Mom. It’s a RULE.” And, you know, nothing makes you feel good about yourself as a parent like having your pre-teen reprimand you. I dropped my head in shame and went back to shower off. And then I grounded him for the hell of it, you know, just to remind him who’s boss.