It's harder to get pictures of Eliza swimming at her lessons because she is so rarely willing to let go of the wall. But this summer she did much better than in the past. The last time she took a class she would cry the entire 30 minutes!
After Eliza's lesson we sit on the benches and watch Isaiah's lesson.
Something about this reminds me of Cinderella's step sister trying to fit her foot into a too-small glass slipper. It also makes me wonder why I buy toys. And it answers the question of why I can't keep up on the dishes.
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