The punk recently completed his first session of swimming lessons. It was two weeks of swimming every weekday. The first week was rough. This is what the punk looked like on his second day of swimming lessons (and first and third and forth).
He is the one with the tears.
The second week was a different story. While driving to the pool every day, he would tell me that he wasn't going to cry. And he didn't! On his last (tenth) day, he jumped off the diving board!
The crying sounds are coming from another kid in his class.
His comfort level and skill set improved so much in those two weeks that we decided to enroll him in a second session, starting next week. We will be spending every afternoon at the pool for two more weeks. Because our lesson time is the last before open swim, we get to stay after the lesson to have lunch and play in the pool, as long as I have someone there to help me with the two boys - usually a sister, mom or mother in-law. Not a bad way to spend the day!
We took advantage of the punk's grandparents' country club membership and enrolled him in lessons there. It's a nice pool with fantastic teachers (the punk's teacher Brooke is a saint; he talks about her all the time) and pretty mountain scenery. The only problem is that the menu consists of sinful temptations such as burgers (I enjoy the garden burger), fries, onion rings (my fav), cookies, ice cream, and the like. The ironic thing is that many of the country club members look like they've never eaten an onion ring in their life. Go figure.
