I went to see them on Wednesday and promptly disrupted everything (as soon as Tate saw me he stopped paying attention to the instructor and just started pointing and yelling "Da-DEE! Da-DEE!") so I had to leave the poolside area and watch from inside the building.
Not sure if what I saw would qualify as a "swimming lesson" since there is no swimming involved right now. Tate isn't even 2 yet, so these appointments are more about getting him acquainted with the water -- something he's never had a problem with -- and learning some basic paddling (more like splashing) motions.
Tate's coming along, but on the first day Jenny told me about how they tried to use a ball to get him to sort of "crawl" in the water. They take the ball and float it about 10 feet away, and, since Tate LOVES balls, he starts screaming and pointing at it "Ball! Ball! Ball!" while Jenny holds him up in the water on his stomach so he can "crawl" toward it.
Only Tate won't crawl. He just keeps shouting "Ball! Ball!" like everyone around him is some kind of idiot for not noticing the ball floating away like Wilson. Meanwhile Jenny is saying "You're gonna have to swim to it, Tate; c'mon Tate, swim." Whereupon Tate finally stops yelling, looks at the instructor, looks at Jenny, then just throws up his hands and says "Bye bye, ball."
Later when we get home, I go to get him out of his swim diaper and discover he has pooped. I don't think he pooped in the pool, however, because ...well... I'm getting pretty good at poop forensics and I just don't think this was ever submerged. Don't think we need any more detail than that. But I did take note that the wet clothes and general smell of chlorine masked the poop smell effectively. I'll have to remember that.
Due to Jenny's busy schedule, I get to take him to the pool next week. That ought to be fun.