The pool

The water was at least ten degrees warmer than the week before.

Maybe more.

Good thing since this was my first visit to the pool with three children.... alone.

Having the extra hands of another "grown up" is helpful.

Almost necessary.

And yet, we had a ball taking turns and learning patience and being brave and showing off.

We played games with Mommy's hands full of her three babies, arms clinging around each other in a tight circle.  Oh how I wish I had that picture.

Leah is the best technical swimmer.  She can float front and back with ease.  She pushes that big butt of hers right up to the sky and stretches her arms long.  Her coordination needs some work, but she's doing great.

Seth is.... well.... a giant, so he can touch the bottom in the areas where we swim.  That means, I worry least about him.  He also spends most of his time on the bottom of the pool, undoubtedly enjoying the sensation of the water over all of him.  His "real" top of the water swimming is disjointed and looks like you might think:  Like he can't see what swimming looks like.  Because he can't.

Then there is Zechariah.  Mr. competitive.  And determined.  His body is by far the most rigid as he struggles to get used to being in water over his head.  (This IS new)  And yet, he can stay on top of the water, appropriately move his arms, and kick his legs like a wild man.  He's hilarious to watch.  We spent time yesterday working on REACHING his arms out in long, slow motion, they otherwise being prone to be tight, bent, and toooo fast.  Such a strong, brave little man.

And three hours later, there was this.

Sometimes, that's the best you can do.

Immensely blessed.