A few weeks ago Chewkie had a jazz class where parents were invited to watch the class. I was eager to go since now that they've moved buildings I don't get to see anything anymore.
I wasn't impressed. After stretching and doing jumping jacks for the first half of class, they spent the rest of the 30-minute class with their teacher only barely acknowledging their existences and engaging with them. As we left Chewkie and I decided that maybe she was done with dance classes for now.
Later, the kids decided to take swim lessons.
They had their first lesson tonight. Because of the swim camps this summer, they already knew what levels they would be in and had some familiarity with the format and instructors. Doodah was nervous that he wouldn't know any of the other kids in his class but it didn't matter anyway since he had two teachers all to himself for the first half of the one hour class. For the second half, it was him and one other girl with their two instructors. Chewkie had one on one instruction the whole time. They did so great. I loved being able to see progress from both of them. Let's hope that soon Matthew and I can make good on our promise to take them to Great Wolf Lodge after they learn how to swim.
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