Swim lessons have come to an end. And, Brykn wasn't sad whatsoever to see them end. He keeps telling me, "I don't want to go swimming to the cold pool, Mom." I don't blame him. He would get out of the pool just a shivering and shaking with blue lips and chicken skin.
I have to admit, though, he learned quite a lot! He is pretty brave in the water now; which, I'm not sure is a good or bad thing. He can now blow bubbles in the water, dunk his whole head under, float on his back with help (chop, chop, timber!) and use his hands like ice cream scoops--the beginning lessons of the breaststroke.
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