Saturday, August 01, 2009

8/1/09 Swim lessons and sleepover

I swear I'm not obsessing about this, but 3 lessons a week and the World swimming championships in Rome keeps it high on my radar. And Saturday 8am lessons definitely sticks in my mind.

This week, I paid more attention to Gabriel's lesson. I was dismayed when I saw the barbells come out, but then saw they were just aids for kicking practice. To my surprise, Gabriel was actually OK at kicking.


To my delight, his teacher actually was teaching him to swim. I like this new Saturday AM teacher. No-nonsense, and actually teaches. Trouble is, it could be someone else next week.


Julian's lesson, on the other hand...I don't know. He waits on the sides for a long time while his classmates are pulled around or back-floated. Then it only takes a few seconds for his turn. Watching this video, I notice the teacher counting how many times he pops up. Hmm...is she evaluating him for an advancement?


She seems to count to five...hmmm. Indeed, looking up the ribbon levels , it looks to me like Julian meets the criteria for getting his Blue ribbon...no, wait. You know, the ribbon level descriptions are confusing. If you're at the Green level, which is where Julian is, it means you're working on the skills listed under the Blue ribbon. The order is green, blue, red, white -- Julian's at green, but it looks to me like he meets the criteria listed under Blue. So I guess that means he should get a Blue ribbon (if he does qualify, and I guess he's close) so he can start working on the red-ribbon skills. But, whatever. I'm not hung up on ribbon color except when it places them in the wrong class.

Sleepover night! I was surprised at how excited Katrina was to go.




I enticed the boys to get ready without hassle with the promise of a treat in the car -- and what a treat it was. New Rainbow Magic fairy books! It doesn't get better than that for little boys, especially ones who just came back from Testosterone City at the BMX park.

I just couldn't pry their heads away from the new stories. Not in the car. Not after getting out of the car.

Not on the walkway to the house.

Not in the alley to the backyard.

Not in the house.

And not even with an old friend to distract them.

Three other boys made attempts to tease them about fairy books, but they didn't even lift their heads. I have to appreciate their confidence, and their dedication to these stories.

Dave and I had a nice dinner at a wonderful unusual restaurant in Los Gatos. I was glad, but also slightly worried, that we had no trouble getting a table at 7:45. In the New Economy, you're welcomed instead of laughed at when you call the same night for a table at a popular restaurant on a Saturday night.

8/1/09

2 comments:

MamaB said...

Gina loves those books too, but I refuse to buy them because she will finish one in about 2o minutes. So we have discovered putting books on hold at the library so she can get the ones she wants.

mommieN. said...

ah, the library hold, good idea. I found the books at Target believe it or not. I shouldn't buy them but sometimes it's my get-out-of-jail-free card. And the boys take terrible care of library books, but that's another problem. I think we have enough now to start our own library!