Thirty, in a nutshell. Sigh.
|Yes, her swimsuit from last year still fits. Teeny.|
Well, Evie and I finished up her swim lessons a few weeks ago, so I thought I better do a little documenting. Since we signed up through a deal site, the class was only 3 weeks instead of the typical 4 weeks. So six classes total.
Admittedly, not enough time for her to master her butterfly stroke. And sadly, she's not jumping in on her own and straight up SWIMMING toward me, unassisted, like Manny the Olympian, but that's okay. We have all summer to practice our drills.
|Daddy came to our last class to watch & document.|
Evie cracked me up during class. Every time she went under the water, she would come up, catch her breath and then let out a scream. To show her displeasure, I imagine. After a while it was clear she was just doing it for effect. Sister sticks with what she knows.
She was a master at hanging on the wall and then climbing up onto it. And of course loved the little duck slide and tossing the random fish, crabs, etc. across the pool.
All in all, it was a good time. It was clear they wanted you to sign up for the next class. And the next. I feel like they could have taught us a few more things in the time we had, but I guess that's what they base their business on- class after class after class. But I'm glad we did it and Evie definitely has more confidence in the water, so this summer should be fun! Here's hoping I remember all the little songs we sang to go along with the routines...