Swimming or Screaming Lessons?

The last time Caroline was in our pool, which was quite chilly, she screamed and screamed until she realized that all she had to do was just relax in the floatie and everything would be alright. Once she figured that out, she screamed when it was time to get out of the pool. Damned if I do, damned if I don't. Geeez! I signed Caroline up for swimming lessons, the first session of the summer. It started this past Tuesday and goes for 2 weeks. I like Adam to do the lessons with the kids because it gives me a break from them and they can spend the one-on-one time with their Daddy.

Tuesday night I went with Adam and took some pictures of him and Caroline in the pool on the first night of swimming lessons. Not that she needs any lessons in how to scream, she screamed and screamed during the lesson. Not hearing all of the screaming, I thought she did better than expected. Adam expected more and got less. Neither one of us can win with this girl, I swear. Last night Adam took her and I stayed home with Owen (due to a horrible cold and other things....ahem). When he got home with Caroline, he said after about 15 minutes he had to get out of the pool all together because she just kept screaming "Momma! Mommy! Momma! Mommy!"

I'm going to take Caroline tonight to see if she does any better. But, I'm telling you -- if she screams in my ear and won't settle down, I'M GONNA DUNK HER! (For those of you who only see her when she's smiling and happy, I've put some pictures on here to prove to you that she does cry and scream and carry on, just like any other girl)

Not too sure about all of this.

"Daddy, don't make me do this!"

Daddy dunked his little girl. Way to go Dad!

"I don't want to do this anymore. Pleeeeease!"

"Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!"