Newsflash, Hilary doesn’t like to pay for things that she can do herself. Hence, she does her own piano lessons, she tutors her own kids, she fixes her own drip system. I’m just that kind of a gal.
And I swear I could teach my kids to swim.
But 3 kids later, I just can’t. They wine and beat me down until I want to cry, and they’re obviously crying. El Presidante does really well. He learned strokes last year with our teacher. Mr Middle isn’t a fan of his face in the water. It obvious that he doesn’t swim as well as most of the kids his age at scouts. We did have lessons last year, but she wasn’t firm that they were going to swim. Kept it so darn enjoyable for all of us…
Enter me with a fistful of money handing it a woman who’d had good references.
And it’s one of my better choices.
We used Chris Parker’s Swim school. It was 4 days a week for 2 weeks (one hour each time). And it was wonderful. I have a whole new girl that I’m looking at. Here’s a little video footage (the Harlem Shake is because they were all shivering so much, I think it fit in well).
Get dropped in off the edge, and swim to the edge and get out (fully clothed, shoes, socks — the whole thing).
Jump from the diving board, and swim to the other edge, with just the teacher holding her hand to help her get her breath.
She knows she still shouldn’t go by the pool without a grown-up, she talked a LOT about this, and because my children are robots she tells this to me too.
Here’s a video from the week before…