It's been a crazy busy summer and I finally made time to squeeze swimming lessons into our schedule.
I'm not sure who was more nervous....Gianna or me. Our summer has been full of challenges and new concerns with our three year old - so I had no idea what to expect.
We figured private lessons might be more effective for her, so I registered her and found out her instructor would be a man. That gave me a little concern because lately she has been very shy with men - even men that she knows well.
Gianna has become much less willing to try things in the pool this year. Last year she'd jump off the edge and go under - this year, she wasn't having it. But alas, God sent the perfect swim teacher for her....CJ.
How cute is he? (I didn't want to know how old he was because I'm pretty sure I'm old enough to be his mother.)
He was incredible with her.
She was HILARIOUS with him.
She talked the whole time.
He laughed the whole time.
He'd ask her to put her head under water and she'd say, "Nah, that's okay." or "But, I'm just a little kid!" or "How 'bout you put your head under?" (After which she'd offer to give him gummy treats for a job well done.)
He said she was the most fun lesson he'd had all summer.
She really was pretty fun - and funny. And I was relieved, because you just never know which way these things can go. (I'm crossing my fingers about upcoming ballet lessons - where she'll have an audience for her antics.)
