Last week we had another week of swim lessons. We actually decided to give evening lessons a try!
(Long story: they were all originally scheduled for lessons this week. But we decided to sign Wyatt up for baseball camp, and because of some appointments, I wasn't able to put them in the morning classes last week. So we had our first week of evenings, and then we decided that Reese and Hudson were having so much fun at lessons that it wouldn't be fair to stop them. So they're in lessons again this week!).
We actually had nice warm evenings last week, so there were no shivers.
If there's one thing that I want to remember about swim lessons this summer, it's this:
No, not Hudson with a Strawberry Shortcake towel (sorry about that Huddoo. Stop leaving your towels in the van). My middles greet each other like this after every lesson. Reese grabs Hudson and puts her toweled arm around him, and they walk off together to find out whether anyone earned a gold sticker that day. And it is THE. SWEETEST.
This little girl loves swim lessons. I think part of it is that she likes that they tell her what to do to pass each station - she loves good instructions. And the other part is that she really likes to swim.
Wyatt was busy trying to perfect his crawl during his last week of lessons. He was working so hard, but in his program they really want you to have a perfect stroke. He was kind of bothered by the fact that no one even tested him!
He's not very serious about his swimming. But his jumping, he takes seriously.
You ready for this?
I don't think so.
Reesie on the other hand, actually asked her teacher to have her tested. She didn't pass the first time, but she practiced her arm motions, and she passed the second time!
And that was about the most exciting thing to ever happen to her. This summer.
Wyatt spent all week practicing, but he still couldn't get that pesky Station 4 sticker.
Moving on to Station 6 - the Breaststroke!
If there is one thing that I can say about Wyatt and swimming, it is that he is competitive and determined. Seriously. He is already asking me when he can take more lessons so he can get that pesky sticker! No lie. I told him it would probably be next summer, and he looked at me like I was crazy! Maybe I'll have to find time for him to take some lessons this winter. Between basketball and ice skating, of course!