This summer we decided to go for it and register Holly for swimming lessons. She had a blast and learned a lot (she is not an Olympic-level swimmer yet, but has gained much confidence in the water). She took a two-week session which consisted of four lessons per week.
Incidentally, this particular session happened to fall right when I found out I was pregnant and all the fun began. So needless to say, taking her to a 9:00 a.m. swimming lesson was about all I could handle every day.
Holly had just turned three and was the youngest child in her class, by far. I was so proud of her and thought she did so well! The only person who wasn't pleased with the arrangement was Josie, who was mad that she couldn't get in the pool and swim, too. We actually had a few close encounters with the water slide and, luckily, there were other moms more with it than I who saved her life. Although she certainly didn't see it that way, of course.
We are looking forward to swimming lessons again next summer!