Swim camp

Day 1 was a success!

I should back up and mention that Mrs. Ackermann's Swim Camp has been around forever.  As in, both my sister and I learned to swim there.  So pretty fun that I got to drop off my daughter yesterday.  This camp is old school (the kids can't even wear shoes, you drop them off barefoot - or 'bear-walking' as Ryan calls it) but oh-so-organized.....the camp is literally the family's house with four pools on the side yard.  You pull up on a residential street, the adorable camp helpers wait on the curb and they open the car door and help your child out of his/her seat for you.  It's slightly like 'no soup for you' as you need to keep it moving....no loitering.  I was a total rebel snapping away the few photos I did manage to nab.

Leave it to my father, master of keeping old photos, to pony up these babies:

I believe this was my sister's last day of camp in which you can actually bring family to show off your new skills. My sister is on the left, yours truly (in the questionable attire) on the right.
This would be me displaying my mad jungle gym talents:

And this would be me, apparently smug and happy that my sister appears to be less than enthused in the water.
Enough of the history lesson (which, PS, I am going to assume the reason we are lacking actual pictures of me on my first day would be because it is hard to document when the camp staff is peeling your screaming four year old off the car steering wheel...apparently I wasn't much of a fan...but I did learn to swim)....moving on, the real reason we are here, Ms. Ryan. All excited to go:
I was waiting for her to clam up and be a little hesitant to go, but the lady was a champ...She took her bag and lunch, turned to me and said 'thank you mom', gave me a hug and took off without a second glance. Thank god at least Reese was freaking out in the backseat thinking I was going to leave her stranded in a car....somebody loves me:)

Break my heart at how poised and sweet she was:
This is when the 16 year old staffer probably wanted to issue me a citation (and when Reese really lost it) as I ran around the corner to nab a pic of her heading down the infamous driveway entrance. She was oh so meticilous picking out her very own basket for all her belongings.
When I picked her up five hours later, she was exhausted but happy.
Here is her recap:
I didn't go underwater because the pool wasn't deep enough.
We got our hair wet.
I blew bubbles.
Hey mom! I learned to swim on my back.
There are two bathrooms. One with a picture of girls. One with boys. We change in there.
I sat on a bench for lunch.
I picked a white basket.
I want quesadillas tomorrow.
No diving.

We'll see how day 2 goes....