We spent a lot of time this summer at our adopted Grandma Nellie's pool. For all his short little life, Ben has tried to keep up with his sibs and actually done pretty darn good at it. I still can't believe what he's willing to try and how he's not really afraid of anything! I wish he had a little fear of drowning or the deep end (I always thought Jaws lived in the deep end of my Grandma's pool) or something, anything. He was afraid of the pool sweep for awhile, but not anymore. So yeah, he's swimming and he's 2 1/2. Swimming is a strong word. He's wriggling around and strategically grabbing edges of the pool. But he can get somewhere. Lucy's learning to swim, but since her bro is 2 years younger, he's stealing the lime light. But when I'm not watching him like a hawk, we get girl practice time too.
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