Swimming

One of the earliest memories I have as a child is waiting at my house for my father to come home so I could go swimming with him. I think I actually have a memory of looking at a picture of myself waiting to swim versus actually remembering waiting. But it is one of those enduring memories I still hold 30-35 years later.

As we settle into South Florida and I begin to build a routine where I actually come home each night, I am slowly settling into the routine of swiming with A and RP. Every night I come home and every night they are waiting. A has been taking lessons. For a 3 year old he has really exploded. He had two lessons and went from a fearful child sitting on the steps to a crazy swimmer jumping into the deep end. Now he has had 4 lessons and he is actually starting to freestyle swim. I think it is because all the people on my side of the family are part whale!

For someone from a place where most swimming pools are inside the RP is also taking to water like a duck. She has a ring (pink of course) that she swims around in. She is actually very fast for such a little girl. She furiously pumps her legs and paddles across the pool!