When we went to Florida my parents nicely and wisely put us up in a hotel down the road from my sister’s apartment. It was a Howard Johnson’s and the best amenity it offered was the pool right outside the back door of our room.

The first night we were there, Fuller saw the pool and immediately wanted to go “wimming.” It didn’t matter to him that it was almost 9 p.m. I had previously been to the drug store where I picked up swim diapers and water wings so I said, sure. (My secret agenda was to tire him out so he would sleep a little longer in the morning. It didn’t work.)

This is the point of vacation where I realize I left the bottom to my swimsuit at home in the laundry area. Oops. Thanks to my mom, I borrowed her suit and Fuller, Grandpa Fred, and I took to the water.

Fuller loves to be in the pool and with the water wings he really had a lot of confidence. He was no longer holding on to me for dear life and was happily floating along.

We tried to encourage him to kick, but his kicking style was that of someone on special teams for Auburn football. His only perspective of kicking was a football/ soccer kick- not a flutter kick. Once we realized this we tried to demonstrate kicking while floating on his tummy. He didn’t get it that night, but by the next night he was propelling himself from Daddy, Grandpa Fred, Vieja, and me by kicking and kicking.

Fuller swam almost every day- the hotel, the apartment, and even Tia’s inlaws house. There were pools everywhere!

His progress with kicking and enjoying the water grew every day as well and it was so exciting to watch. By our last day he was kicking so quickly he was able to keep up with Damon who was being “chased” by Fuller around Tia’s apartment’s pool.

I think swimming lessons will be happening sooner rather than later.

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