So we started swim lessons this week. Here are a few pics of us getting ready for our first day and a few of our warm up in our cousins' pool in Alabama this weekend. We've had a great time.
The words I never wanted to hear? Well, parents actually sit and watch the kids from the bleachers for Hannah's age group. There's a pvc pipe dock/platform dropped into the water that keeps their heads above water. Daniel and I were sitting together. I was running my mouth and Daniel says, "Hannah's drowning over there." Just like that, calmly. Then he jumps up and points. Sure enough, her little head is barely above the water (she must have been fighting like a dog to acheive that). The lifeguard jumped in and her teacher pulled her up but not before she'd bobbed at least 3 times, thrown her little hands up again and again, and swallowed a gallon of water. I rushed over, wanting to grab that baby up, but I held back and let people do their jobs. The tears are now finally coming as I write that Hannah "was a trooper" as another parent commented. She cried a little, wiped off her face, cried a little more, and stayed in the pool for the remaining 20 minutes of the lesson. She kept going. According to her account, someone accidentally pushed her and she fell off the platform into the deeper water and she couldn't get back. I am so proud of her, and I think this victory will make her quite the confident swimmer. I am glad I did not interfere but Mama wanted to hold her baby. Her very big girl, I mean!