|The G: 'Stunt Kid says steps are for softies.........'|
The B&G's schedule at nursery (both go on Tuesdays, she goes on Thursdays, and he goes on Fridays) means I get to spend one morning each week with just one child to look after.
I do feel that a little one-on-one time is important.
On such occasions, I like to let them choose the activities.
Friday's sans-B choice was swimming, The G's present favourite pastime.
I call it swimming, but little actual swimming is ever done.
It's more just messing around. In water.
Still, it serves a useful purpose and has given her immense confidence in and around the pool. Indeed, in recent times, she has become rather daring . . . .
Friday's session was spent, in the main, with The G flinging herself into the deep end from an elevated poolside position, satisfied that either a) I would catch her; or b) I wouldn't, but it'd all turn out OK. Mostly, I did. Once or twice I didn't.
On these occasions, she coughed and spluttered and looked a little surprised but all in all it didn't faze her.
I think she has been observing Stunt Kid, a regular at our local pool who specialises in enthralling all in attendance with his all-action approach to swimming.
Not much older than The G, he's like an aquatic Jackie Chan, in miniature, combining slapstick and danger to great effect.
His signature move is carried out when the wave machine is in full flow, Stunt Kid standing on the side and throwing himself, head-first, into 18 inches of water.
He attempts to time this so that his landing coincides with the arrival of a wave. On the occasions he gets it right, the effect is spectacular. If his timing is a little off, however - as it sometimes is - serious injuries are risked.
I like The G's new-found intrepidness, but I do hope she doesn't take it much further . . . .
Stunt Kid's mother always looks harried and never quite at ease.
Thinking about it, I haven't seen Stunt Kid at the pool for quite some time.
I do hope he's OK . . . .