Swim class with dad

Miles has been to two swimming lessons now, and seems to really like it. We're signed up for an evening class, and Jason and I take turns swimming with Miles. This week was Jason's first time, and I, being more experienced by one lesson, went along to help and to provide pointers from the bench.

This time all of the parents in the water were men; it may be that for most of them, it's their only chance to do a mommy-and-me style activity. I think guys are either more reserved about striking up a conversation with another parent, perhaps because they have less practice, or they're just less interested in babies other than their own. Not much socializing going on in the water. Of course, in the swimming pool you have to pay complete attention to making sure your baby doesn't drown, so there is less opportunity than on a playground for small talk. Nevertheless, as the men followed the instructor's lead in singing songs that would end in some variation of "and we all go SPLASH!" there was definitely a competitive edge to throwing the babies in the air, Jason included.