7/26/2011

Summer is for Swimming

Lucas and Max have been taking swimming lessons this summer.

No, I mean...

THE BOYS HAVE BEEN TAKING SWIMMING LESSONS.  IN AN OUTDOOR POOL.   AT 4:00 IN  THE AFTERNOON.  FOR SIX WEEKS OF 104 DEGREE DAYS.

Do you have any, any idea how dad gum hot Harry and I have been?  Wallerin' around in the shade?  Counting down the minutes until we can get back in the air conditioned car?

But I'm so okay with it.  Really.  Harry is too.  He's cool like that.




I can do it, I can do it...



Ahh, I did it.



Dang, I'm pleased with myself.  And man, can I rock a pair of goggles or what?


This is Max's first year of swimming lessons.  And really, at the tender age of three, the only thing I am really after is that he gets comfortable in the water and has a good time.

But Lucas has come so far.  He is actually swimming.


Face in the water swimming.  Legs kicking, arms flailing swimming.

That is a pretty big deal.  Especially considering that last year when he took swimming lessons, he absolutely would not jump off the edge of the pool or get his face wet.  And the year before that, I couldn't even take him to a pool because once his swimming trunks got wet they were dead to him and HAD to come off.  I tried to explain to him that swimming shorts were made for getting wet.  He didn't care.  He was too busy stripping down naked to listen.  If Lucas was swimming, it was in the swimming suit God made him.  It's good enough for seals, fish and dolphins...  it's good enough for Lucas.

Thankfully...  Lukey Boy outgrew that particular phase.  Last year at his swimming lessons, whenever it was time to jump off the edge of the pool into the water, He would act like he was going to jump in, then at the last second, plop down on his hiney and slide on in.

This year, he jumps in over and over again.  I can tell that he is playing and imagining when he's at the edge of the pool.  Sometimes, he is pretending to be a penguin.  Sometimes he is acting out one of his favorite scenes from the critically acclaimed film, Garfield's Halloween Special, where Garfield and Odie have to jump into the river to escape the pirate ghosts.

I can't tell what he is being in these shots...  Penguin?  Garfield?


Nah, Penguin.  That's a penguin if I ever saw one.


Boing!



That's a good splash, right there.


Have I mentioned how hot it is at the boys' swimming lessons?

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I love your photos. I sure miss you, Chris, and my grandsons.

LDaylily said...

I missed this bloggy post until today! Glad I saw it!! Swim Boys Swim!

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