This summer we invested in semi-private swim lessons. Boeing was the youngest kid in the class of four (with three instructors) and he was one of the best swimmers. It was fun watching him improve daily on some basic skills like blowing bubbles with his face in the water, floating on his back, kicking, jumping off the diving board, retrieving sunken items from the bottom on the shallow end and much more.
Diving for rings!
Got it!
A final jump!
Class Photo - Teacher Casey on the right
Funny thing is, after great advancements in his lessons, he won't do any of it at home in GramE and GrampE's pool. He says he is scared. Should I be scared that he seems to trust a complete stranger over me?
