Turning Dominic into a Duckling - October
With a few more swimming lessons under his belt since my last blog Dominic is really enjoying himself now.
He doesn’t ask for arm bands any more instead he is becoming rather partial to his woggle. The first time he got quite upset at the new position - flopped over the woggle with his arms - and I had to be in clutching distance. Loud protestations gave me little doubt as to his view. But when the teacher suggested I stand in front instead of to one side of him he was transformed into a kicking, giggling woggle convert. The following week further proved that woggles were no longer evil in Dominic’s world when he asked to use it. He then delightedly bicycled away around the pool in a quest to collect balls and floating fish with no support from me. Later he even began to scoop the water with his arms at the same time.
He seems more partial to mice than spiders. I suspect I will have to think of something else for next lesson as he gets wise to this and realises there is no mouse on the ceiling and never will be.
I feel he is not far off his first Duckling badge. You will be pleased to know he now lies on his back for short periods. This worked when we changed what to look for on the roof. He seems more partial to mice than spiders. I suspect I will have to think of something else for next lesson as he gets wise to this and realises there is no mouse on the ceiling and never will be. But for now it works! Anyway a tick in the box for lying on his back. Now all that remains for his first ever swimming award is to lie on his back, floating like a star. Suggestions welcome as to how to do this!
Dominic proudly announces to the mums at the school gate when we drop off his elder brother “Dominic go swimming lessons now”. Promoting learn to swim at such a tender age! That’s my boy, a marketing expert in the making!
For around 45mins afterwards, he turns into 'Mr Chatterbox'
Also some brilliant progression with my other son who you may remember is autistic. Thanks to some great support from the leisure centre we have changed him to a lesson where an assistant is in the water. His reaction to following instructions has much improved. What is interesting is that his communication has come on leaps and bounds since attending regular lessons. For around 45 mins afterwards, he turns into ‘Mr Chatterbox’, you can’t shut him up! Which is music to our ears. Not only that, but Mr Chatterbox has continued his influence ever since. Could there be some beneficial link between swimming and autism? In his case the answer is definitely yes at the moment!