My baby girl has been taking swimming lessons since last week. So far she's had three twenty minute lessons with a woman named Tammy at her home. I highly suggest doing individual lessons, if you can, because when I had Isla doing swimming up in Richmond, she spent probably 35 minutes of the 40 minute lesson hanging on to the wall, waiting for other kids to take their turn with the instructor. Most of the time there was taken by a super chunky kid named Ruben who was super sneaky and would inch his way to the deep end and then just let go, so that the instructor had to "save" him every five minutes. Eventually Ruben had to sit on the side, where he proceeded to throw all the pool equipment as far as he could. Ruben was cruisin for a bruisin. Anyway, after a month of lessons there, Isla was still afraid to get her face wet in the bathtub. I'm going for not effective as my adjective here.
Fast forward. After just three lessons, Isla is now jumping into the pool from the side, diving down to get rings from the bottom of the shallow end (with a little help), and swimming out a good five feet or so to my outstretched arms. Best of all, she doesn't scream like
in the bath anymore when I wash her hair. Nor does she grab my shirt and wipe her eyes every time water gets within 12 feet of her face. Needless to say, I'm feelin' these swimming lessons.
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