Well Addie is, at least. Emma? I had to practically drag the girl out of the pool by her hair this afternoon. I really think she has gills. So, a few more pool photos, if you can stand it. I’m sure it won’t be the last of them, although it might be if Addie has any say in it.

“Is this day my last day of swimming with Miss Carrie, Mama?”

I kid you not, those were her very first words out of her mouth this morning, before “G’ Mowrning, Mama,” even. (Which she always starts the morning cuddle with.) She just got so nerved up and anxious during her swim lessons – but she can actually swim very well. When she is relaxed and messing around, she is just fine. But get her in those lessons, where she is being told what to do…yeah, that doesn’t go down so well.

The very last time she climbed out of Miss Carrie’s pool today. Can you see the teeny, tiny smile?

Meanwhile, I don’t think I got any real photos of Em this afternoon. She came up once for air and I got this one, and I caught maybe one off of the diving board. The rest of the time I could just see flashes of hot pink and black.

She was promoted to the Strokes class for next cycle. I was going to take the next 2 weeks off, but how can I deny her such great (cheap!) exercise and fun? Plus she wants to join the swim team with the kids across the street next year, so we need to work on some form.

So, for at least another 2 weeks, our laundry room is going to continue to look like a swim locker room.

Right now I’m off to go take a break from swimming for a date night and J. and I are going to see Harry Potter! Very excited. And then tomorrow you can find us in the pool again. And Sunday? We have a date with the neighbors…and their pool.