Found a great recipe today.
Take one 7 month old baby boy…
And just add water!
Indy’s first swimming lessons.
And boy, he takes to water like Justin Bieber takes to hair products…
“Let me at ’em, LET ME AT ‘EM!”
The way he was windmilling his little arms with excitement, he could have powered through the water like a little motor boat, or taken out 10 guys at once in a boxing title fight.
His confidence in the water is like Billy Crystal, on stage. Singing, dancing and entertaining as hell.
It’s like he used to live the first 9 months of his life in a liquid environment…(or something?)
Learning to swim invokes a gamut of experiences and emotions for both of us. From splashing around like a joyous madman, to clinging to me for dear life. Seeing his little face rippling under water as he surges toward me is an unforgettable moment, that looks somewhere between a mixture of “Wow, how cool is this liquidy stuff!” to “Don’t EVER do that again!”
But it’s a great feeling to see and feel him put his trust in you and know that no matter what, he’ll be okay. And while he’s occasionally choking on water, Daddy’s choking back emotions of pride and joy watching his little boy become a regular little Water Baby.