I decided that I wanted Cooper to have experience in water before we go to Lake Powell the end of July. I signed up at the local "aquatic" center for Mom and Tot classes. 8 classes in two weeks. That doesn't seem like a lot, but man I was tired. Cooper was the youngest in his class and the only boy. He loved all the girls. He did so good. I tell you what, by the end of two weeks, he had learned so much. I was so proud. He could float on his back with just my hand on his back. He would blow bubbles and let me dunk him underwater. He would kick his legs and become obsessed with splashing. He was so laid back. Again a trait from his father. He would let the teacher (who was very scary looking) demonstrate the moves with him. He didn't care. I was so proud of my little fish.