We've known for a while now that Dylan was a little water baby. From his first bath, that he didn't cry during actually. Last year, we spent a lot of time at the pool. It was hotter than hot, and well, I was pregnant. This year getting to the pool has proven to be a little more difficult. I'm kind of a chicken, and haven't ventured out with both of them. Of course, the times when I could have taken both it has been raining. Back to the point. Since Dylan is of an age now where he wants to be more independent I thought it was a great summer to start him with swim classes. My neighbor took their girls last year, so I got a recommendation. Friday morning was our first lesson. 
He started out the day so excited. I would ask him if he wanted to go swimming, he would respond with an enthusiastic "Yeeah" We get to the lady's house and he is still pretty excited, until he finds out I had no intention of getting in the water with him. Luckily for me, and poor Lynn ( teacher) he quickly got over his freak out, and was swimming with her and laughing. I would call our first swim lesson a success. He wanted to stay and not get out, maybe it's because she heats her pool to a nice 90 degrees.
Looking at these pictures prompted me to look through our pictures from the pool last year. My what a difference a year makes. He is getting so big.
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