Like ducks to water...

I've been feeling nervous about it all week, but today we finally had our first swimming class (Baby Swimming) and the babies really seemed to enjoy it, chatting and smiling throughout most of the class. I'm on such a high! I was fully prepared for some mega-screaming (especially from Miss E) but they hardly grumbled at all, even when we were shoehorning them in and out of their wetsuits and neoprene nappies (no mean feat, I can tell you!). I had such a good time, I didn't even worry about the fact I was wearing a swimming costume in public (though I did buy a new 'tummy-control' ruched M&S costume especially for the occasion).

A Saturday class is perfect for us, as it means that Young Daddy can come along. It was really lovely doing an activity as a family and although I was worried that Young Daddy would be the only guy there, it actually turned out to be the other way around and I was the only mummy in the pool - the others watched from poolside. Nora, our Hungarian instructor, was very calming and is apparently a European synchronised swimming coach, so we were in good hands, even if some of her instructions were a little bit hard to decipher. I'll give her a break though - English is her fifth language after all!

Mr A was in such a good mood when we got home that we couldn't get him to feed properly as he was too busy giving us HUGE grins and laughing like a hyena. I'm already looking forward to next week....