Swimming solo

This week is heating up in the stress department as a deadline looms at the end of next week to finish designing the engineering prototype for my current project. I have much more than a week's worth of work left to do, so my hair is starting to turn grey.

Luckily, due to a loophole in the swimming lesson bylaws, Abby moved on to the next class in swimming lessons, which doesn't require a parent in the water with the child, even though she steadfastly refused to do a back glide and consequently failed the parent and tot class we took over the last two weeks. Turns out that four-year-olds, whose ranks Abby recently joined, don't have to pass the parent and tot class to move on to Water Readiness, the class in which she is now steadfastly refusing to hang from the wall. So I'm back to getting in to work at an early hour . . . usually around 9:30.

Hopefully Jenna will pick up the developed pictures from the disposable waterproof camera I toted to Texas today. Besides photos of the brothers' wet escapades, it has a shot or two from the last session of swimming lessons.

Edit: Jenna came through, but the pictures weren't all that great. Above are two of Abby's classmates from the first class and her three teachers.