Typically when Zavier goes to a pool, he likes to walk down the shallow end's steps, shiver a little, and then his little hands reach for the wall. He smiles - we all know what is coming next: the wall walking. Like a miniature spiderman, he has the strength to move along the wall from the inside of the pool, even in 8 ft deep water, for hours. He can go around the entire perimeter of the pool dozens of times, patiently waiting if someone isn't moving, until it's time to leave. He's smiling most of the time...no, a better word for it is beaming, so I put up with it. It's a little nerve-wracking watching him in the deep section, but he's easy to track, and very cooperative. When I call out, "Zavier, it's time to go," he simply finds the nearest ladder or stairs and gets out. (He doesn't "wall-walk" anywhere else, just at pools).
Today we worked on swimming. He wasn't happy with me at first, he clung to me nervously and whined, but he took turns with Abby, so that helped. By the end of the hour, he was floating on his stomach with my arm underneath him to help hold him up, trying to move his arms in a doggie paddle, while kicking his legs. Much better, much improved. We were both happy, and he agreed that Mommy could be his teacher again another time.