Last Monday we took L to her first swimming lesson. Granted, most of it was for us parents — teaching us how to hold our children, how to roll over with them into a back float, etc.

L loves water. She splashes like mad when taking a bath, so it seemed fair to expect her to like swimming. And she did. Sort of. It got old relatively quickly, but she valiantly survived to the end of the thirty-minute lesson.

Yesterday, we finally took her swimming in our apartment complex pool, complete with the floating crab the grandparents brought:

In reality, L really didn’t like the crab that much. Or at least she tired of it quickly. Being tossed about was much more fun, I suppose.

She enjoyed it, but she seemed happier while drying off.

A few more pictures are at Flickr.