It's over 100 degrees on a daily basis, which means summer is definitely here. And for three lucky kids in our house, that means swimming lessons!
This year I'm doing the baby class with Finley, Isaac is in level B and Sareny is in level 1 (I accidentally registered her for the wrong level, she should be in level 2.)
Last year, being hugely pregnant with Finley and ready to go into labor at any moment, I enrolled Isaac in a level 1 class, which he hated. He was not quite two years old and spent six and a half weeks holding on to the side of the pool crying nonstop with me sitting right at the edge of the pool doing what I could to comfort him. (The last week and a half he laughed and giggled and loved every minute.) It was not easy for either of us.
Last weekend, we swam at our friend's house. Isaac was completely terrified and clung tightly to me. He also insisted on wearing his, "boobies," which is apparently what he thinks floaties are called. It's kind of silly. Needless to say, I was a little concerned about him. He spent most of Monday and Tuesday's lessons sitting at the edge of the pool, and the couple times he got in, he cried and struggled to get out. Wednesday, I sat at the edge with him for a few minutes and kept him in the water. When I went back to my lesson, he stayed in with only a little bit of crying. Thursday and Friday he stayed in the pool the whole time with almost no crying. Yay Isaac!
Sareny wasn't very excited for lessons to start--I think she had forgotten that swimming lessons are fun! I asked her to tell me about her lessons, and she said "They're fun! I do superman arms and put my head in and rush to the wall."