Rhymes with T, starts with P

I may grow gills this summer.

Out of the 48 hours of this weekend, I spent about 46 in the pool with the kids. The other two were spent at a birthday party.
For those of you who, like me, can’t remember anything before yesterday this morning five minutes ago–you know: parents–I’ll remind you that our lifeguard, along with us and his swim lesson teacher, spent last summer trying to get the boy in this video to put his face in the water and to not cling to someone or something as he swam.
What a difference a year makes.
As for his sister, the only way I could shoot this video was to do it while she was upstairs napping because her favorite pool tricks include
  • running down the ramp at swim lessons until she’s over her head in water
  • when she’s stopped halfway down the ramp, flinging herself face first into the water
  • jumping down the steps of our pool
  • trust falls off the edge of our pool, especially when nobody’s really paying attention
All of which is another reason I need to continue riding my bike to work: keep my heart healthy enough to withstand the shocks inherent in watching her around water. It’s not helping with my other need, however, which stems from brother and sister’s willingness to swim in water of any temperature.
I need to grow a layer of walrus blubber this summer.


Papa Bradstein will drag his tusks 200 miles across Massachusetts in two days to help fight cancer. Please support his ride.

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