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Amy is terrified of the swimming pool, despite me taking her very regularly. She always is excited to go, but once we're in she refuses to let go of me. This is a regression, a year ago she was floating around very hapily with her arm bands on.

Ah well, it will come in time.


When Bjørn was little we had one of those swim vests for him where you can take out the floats one by one. That worked wonders for letting him get used to the water in a way that he controlled. We'd give him tons of praise for *getting his swim back* each summer :-)

Sending you wishes for warm sunshine!


i LOVE it when things come together like this. perfect.

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