The Torture of Swim Lessons

The last two weeks we have attended swimming lessons for Logan every morning at 9:00. Torture is the word that comes to mind everytime I think of swim lessons. Let me just give you a picture of how our morning goes. The first lesson, we get dressed, which for our family takes a good hour when you include sunscreen. We make it on time to the first lesson and I warn the teacher that Logan is scared to go underwater and that this will probably not go well. So I hand him off and he screams for me the entire 30 minutes. Fun, right? No, torture. So the next morning we get ready again and he does just a little better. By day 3 Logan has figured out that when he wakes up the torture is going to begin. So now the crying starts as he wakes up, but I have decided for safety reasons I will win this fight. We have now finished two weeks and I finally won!!!!! Logan passed level one which means he can blow bubbles and go underwater 10 times this is called relaxed bobs (yes, the teacher is holding him). Not only did he pass, but he was smiling while he was doing it. Yeh Logan. Not to mention Landon and Levi also have had to endure the torture as they sit and watch from the grass!