Look how their hands are touching. Sweet brothers. Makes my heart feel good.
The big boys took swimming lessons!
The Pilot and I really want them to be comfortable in the water. But not so comfortable that they would drunkenly jump into a lake at night and have to be pulled to the surface by their pony-tail because they were too inebriated to walk much less swim. Don’t judge. We’ve all had our moments. The Pilot had a wild past.
Hey, he could have had a ponytail. Fine, he never had a ponytail.
Anyway, The Pilot has been through tons of water training as a Marine and then as a Navy Reservist but he says he isn’t a strong swimmer. I totally suck at swimming. I mean I can survive but I do NOT love water going up my nose. Or holding my breath. So we are doing our best not to impart our “uncomfortable-ness” on the boys.
My main goal for this two-week class was for the boys to have a minimal number of freak outs. And it was a success! Thanks to their bravery and very patient and gentle instructors there were no freak outs. They even each went under a few times.