At Joshua's last swimming lesson this morning, parents were finally allowed on the pool deck to snap pictures. Now, if you recall, these lessons didn't seem like such a good idea on day 1. He bolted screaming from the pool back to the safety of mama's arms.
The next day, he bravely went in. Overall, he seemed to enjoy the class, but he always moved timidly in the water. He trusted his teacher, Miss Becca, especially after he accidentally went all the way under one day and she calmed him down. It was almost miraculous to me that he stayed in the pool that day and actually recovered from that little shock.

Practicing a crawl stroke motion with Miss Becca.

David patiently watched 8 lessons. He wasn't supposed to be on the pool deck today but how could I leave him behind the fence all alone? Besides, he probably would have gone into the kiddie pool. So I kept him with me, but he didn't stay in that chair the whole time like I was hoping he would. Thankfully, it all worked out okay.

"Ring around a rosy, pocket full of posy, ashes, ashes, we all..."
Blow bubbles! or
Put our chin in! or
Put our ear in! or
You get the idea.
Grandpa Kinsinger has turned us off to this little ditty by explaining how the words seem to indicate it originated as a chant to scorn people with bubonic plague. If anyone has a similar type of song for short circle games, I'm looking for alternatives. Until then, this one seems far enough removed from the plague days to be harmless, and it definitely has its uses, particularly at the beginning and end of swimming class.
Here is a rare moment of good form with his chin close to the water. Miss Becca had to really coax him to put his head down. You can see his knees are still very bent, but at least his feet are

on the surface. Usually his back is arched like a seal to keep his head a foot out of the water, which means his legs are under water like he's riding a unicycle. But, this is evidence of progress!

Back float? No problem! As long as Miss Becca's holding me.
Two days ago they practiced wearing life vests, and some of the kids floated independently while they were wearing their life jacket. Joshua would on no account take such a risk and instead chose to float on his stomach, with help from Miss Becca.
These next two show the kids getting ready for the "treasure hunt" game. Miss Becca scattered floating toys about and they had to wade over to them and pick them up when she said go. I noticed that not only was Joshua the slowest wader (being ultra-cautious), he was also the only one who played by the rules! Those two factors gave him a decided disadvantage.

See the other children peeking?
Fortunately, Miss Becca wasn't blind to this situation, and once I saw her save a coveted boat for Joshua to capture.

All in all, Joshua grew from this learning experience. And would he do it again? He said he would! So maybe we'll sign him up for the August session. In terms of combatting his fear, he's come a long way so far this year. Way to go, Joshua!