Olivia's last swimming lesson of Level 3 was yesterday. I wish I could say that it was a fitting finale capping off her dazzling career as a swimmer, but I must admit she cried through about half of it. (Which, of course, highlighted my fantastic skills as a mother under pressure. I will say I am proud of myself for not repeating the phrase--which I used the first day of swimming lesson--"Get back in that water or I will throw you in.")
Her favorite is the backstroke. (Miss Erin walks by her because if she doesn't Liv will stop after only two arm motions. If she's there, even though Olivia swims by herself, she's forced to swim all the way across the pool.)
The second video is the backfloat. I wish I could have caught the whole thing, but she is fantastic at backfloating. She holds perfectly still and can float forever, but I just caught the tail end of the required 40 seconds.
And the diving board. Can you believe it? I swear, two months ago, she wouldn't jump into a pool from the side even into the waiting arms of her parents. I am so proud of that girl. And now, look at her.
Mimi capped off her career as a swimming student last week, but her fitting finale as a swimming lessons spectator happened yesterday about midway through. She was dinking around by the edge, dipping her feet in as we watched the swim tests and then SPLASH! She tumbled in headfirst. She had almost gotten herself out by the time I got to her. (I kind of wish I would have paused to take a picture, but I think it would have clinched my title as World's Worst Mother.)