


The boys recently finished a session of swim lessons. It's a very beginner class, which they both needed, seeing as we went swimming a total of 2 times last summer. And I don't think Andrew even got in. But they loved it and Andrew wasn't shy at all about getting in...
that is until he went under the water and the teacher didn't see him. It took Spencer and I screaming and running (spencer almost ran in) to get his attention. It was only a matter of seconds that he was under, but it scared me to death. Luckily Spencer had come or I probably would have hit the teacher! I was not a happy mama. I wanted to pull the boys out right then and get my money back, but my voice of reason (Spencer) helped me calm down and we realized that if we made a big deal about it, Andrew would probably never get in. By the last couple lessons, he was right back in doing all the activities that the other kids were, so I guess I should call it a success.