So last week the girls started swimming lessons. I wanted to wait until we could start them both at the same time, and it needs to be on a Saturday so that BestestHusband can participate. With an upcoming summer trip to a lake house with extended family, this seemed like an appropriate time to start.
So for the past two Saturday mornings, we spent 9-9:30 in the YMCA pool. The class is disappointingly unstructured, but the girls don't seem to mind.
HeyMama is turning into a real fish. She's still not so thrilled to have her face in the water yet, but give her a few flotation devices and she's paddling her way back and forth across the pool like a pro. We find a destination point across the pool, and off she goes. I've seen her get gradually braver each time.
MeToo is still a barnacle. I nicknamed her The Boston Strangler today. She wraps her arms around my neck and hangs on for dear life. This is going to take a bit longer for her. I see a lot of "zero entry" pools in our future this summer. That's ok. HeyMama was a bit of a barnacle last summer too.