As soon as we got up to Nashville, we started swim lessons. PB was NOT happy the first day. She cried, she begged, but I did what every mother does when her baby is taking swim lessons. I smiled, said, "I know you can do it." then hid behind the building until she stopped crying!
And by the end of the first lesson, she was all smiles and calling out self-glorifying comments like, "Did you see me Mama?! I am weally good!" And by the end of her 7th lesson, she was jumping off the diving board and swimming the length of the pool (with a helper in the center).
She's the one in the stretched-out, lgreenish-yellow, 4th-daughter-to-wear-it swimsuit. It appears in this picture she had a quite a few scrambled eggs for breakfast prior to her lesson.