It's amazing what some floaties can do...

I am a swimmer. I love to swim (minus the bathing suit part). Before I could walk, my mom would drop me off the diving board in swim lessons, and I would swim back to the side (and no, I didn't walk at 5). To press the point further, my mom made me follow in her footsteps and do something that is great to watch on tape (for everyone but ME). I was a synchronized swimmer. Maybe I'll post of a tape of me in the early days when I look like I was half drowning. Oh, you may mock the sport, but it is HARD people! I suppose I was okay at it since I went to competitions in several different states. But, really, I'm not bragging. I will actually be hanging my head in shame the next time I see anyone who I know reads this.

So that is why I insisted that we do swim lessons with Asher. I'm doing a parent/tot swim at the park district pool. We had a lot of fun at our first lessons, doing "Wheels on the Bus," playing with duckies, and getting each other wet with big cups. But you can't leave a two year old's side in the pool...and even with swim lessons, they still can't swim alone.

So we invested in floaties. Like any bad parent, I valued my vacation time in the pool and let my child cheat just for a few days. Trust me, I'm dreading swim lessons on Saturday when he finds out he can't wear his "besial best" (special vest) and his "foaties" (floaties) to hold him up. Which stinks, because he was EVERYWHERE in that pool and didn't need any help at all. Oh well, he needs to learn to swim b/c you can't use floaties when you're twenty-five (plus, the chicks don't really dig it).

Asher before his first swim lesson...


Swim lessons (we're the little speck)


On VACATION...the easy way.



Avery has the right idea.