but that’s not the same as “kids are welcome.” We discovered that today.
We originally planned to go to the lake but I was afraid it was going to be way too cool for the boys to enjoy the water. SO, we decided to try a pool we had heard was chlorine-free. (I have one son highly sensitive to chlorine… never tested as “allergic” but the reaction is not worth the risk of swimming in it any time soon.) So, I called the pool and made sure kids were allowed and they said that they were. We loaded up our loaf of bread-turned PB&J sandwiches, a few drinks, pretzels, swimmy diapers, and headed to the pool.
Upon arriving we were greeted by one employee who knew no English and one who knew “a little bit,” which is German for “I can communicate with you in your language but I don’t want you to think I’m fluent.” It can also mean, “I am totally fluent in your language but since it’s not my native tongue, I don’t want you to be too hard on me.” The second employee was in the former category. Between her English and my German (though admittedly, mostly her English) we discovered that the baby pools were closed for the day and that the big pool was pretty deep (Carson and Bailey could touch but their faces were under water). Fortunately the word “noodle” came out and we were all good. (All the boys enjoyed the noodles, but Owen actually needed one since he’s not quite a confident swimmer.)
We knew as soon as we walked out to the pool that it was going to be interesting. Everyone there was swimming laps or doing easy exercises in the pool. Ours were the only kids (save one, a little 2 year old girl who came out for a while). Basically, we stuck out like a sore thumb and I believe as we pulled away 3 hours after arriving I heard an eruption of clapping and cheers. (Though I must say, I do think the people there were pretty tolerant. Only one woman was huffy with us when a boy would get in her area.)
We did our best to keep the four boys’ voices down and kept them from jumping in the sides (that was a no-no at this pool). We tried to remind the boys to stay out of the areas where people were trying to swim laps, though, I thought it would have been smarter for all the lap people to be on one side of the pool and let the kids have the other side. But what do I know?!?
We ate a picnic lunch and then the boys swam again before a few of mine decided on their own to dry off and sit out. As we were driving home Bailey asked permission to fall asleep. I, being the mean mom that I am, did not grant him that permission. I told him to wait till we got home. He obeyed, and dragged himself to his room and promptly passed out. I LOVE POOLS! I just wish we could find a kid-friendly, chlorine-free pool that didn’t cost an arm and a leg and wasn’t 30 minutes away. I guess we’ll stick to our lake…