
This time I was the one who was overstimulated. Luke and I attended MomSwim, a unique water based Pilates class using baby as resistance. Does that sound like a mouthful? Well, add to that the confusion that comes with figuring out how to get your baby and yourself ready for a swimming session, participating in a class that involves singing, signing, watching your baby experience "big waters" for the first time, trying to be friendly to other moms, trying to remember new names, and keeping your shoulders down and your ribs knit together the entire time. And when it's over, you go back to the locker room and try to rinse off in the shower with a baby, change him, change yourself while simultaneously trying to prevent baby from rolling off blanket onto dirty locker room floor, while a chorus of hungry, tired, cold babies grows louder louDER LOUDER all around you...
Did I mention that Luke had a blast and then slept for three hours? It's totally worth the chaos.
And these photos? Taken a few days after swimming. No way I was organized enough to shoot a photo during the actual class.

Luke's Apres-swim look