The family that swims together....

ummm, swims together? True enough, I guess. Last week we joined the Y and I'm already starting to forget what life was like Before the Y (B.Y.). We're settling into a nice little routine. B.Y., when I got home from work, we would have had dinner, done a little couponing, and then read and played till bedtime. Please, that's for amateurs. Now, we throw some nourishment into our bodies and rush to the gym. The boys can't get enough of playing with the other kids, Mom and Dad can't get enough of getting a good workout in, and then (this is the best part for all involved) we get to go swimming! So fun. The only part I'm trying to get the kinks worked out of is the post-pool stuff. Handling Truman when he's dry and clothed can be difficult. He squirms like no other. It comes in handy when he's sticky from jelly or peanut butter--at least you won't drop him. Now try taking his clothes off, get him wet and soapy, and see what I have to deal with in the shower room. It's given me a better understanding of the old expression about greased pigs.

This pic has nothing to do with us swimming (did anyone need that to be said?), but I thought I'd throw in what happened the last time we put the camera on a timer. I'll be sad when our whole family can't fit in that chair.