Swim Lessons and Cute Kids

It was time for swim lessons again. Lincoln has really been improving! He has learned to lengthen his arms as he swims and it's made him a much faster swimmer.  He only did level 2, last year he completed Level 1, but because he was a little rusty in his swimming, I was worried he wouldn't qualify for level 2 even.  He did and it was amazing how much more confident of a swimmer he was after even just one week!  At the end of the first week of swimming, we decided to go swimming as a family and Lincoln was brave enough to go off the low dive for the first time, but he didn't stop there.  After trying the low dive a few times, he decided he was ready for the high dive!  I was so surprised that he was brave enough to do that as I still get butterflies when I jump from the high dive. 

Gwen also started swimming lessons, although she was only old enough for the preschool class.  I was concerned she would be a bit shy, but she didn't seem shy at all!  She loved her teacher and was a pretty good listener, for a 4-year-old.  She loved giving him high-fives as hard as he could and watch as he'd shake his hand as if she'd hit him too hard.  She was kind of a tease, actually. It was fun to watch them both! 

I just had to throw in these two photos of my cute little boys.  Nyle often bounces in my pantry because then he can watch me while I cook.  He has discovered he can pull down the food on the lowest shelf and he loves doing it!  This time however, he succeeded in making a big mess when he knocked over and opened my can of powder sugar.  He was having a blast bouncing in it! 

And, this kid is just so fun!  He's such a goofy, fun, sweet little 2-year old.  I know that seems like an oxymoron, but it's true!  He's definitely a 2-year-old, with his occasional grumpy, I-do-it-by-myself , tantrum-throwing ways, but it's all forgivable.  I love how he is always trying to speak in complete sentences.  He's pretty much potty-trained only because he likes to copy his siblings.  He's done it a little differently than the others.  He started around Christmas time by telling me whenever he needed to go number 2, so at spring break I decided to try it with him and as long as I remind him to go, he doesn't ever have an accident.  If I forget, however, then he won't say anything and will go in his pants.  It doesn't happen very often so he's been in underwear for quite a few months, but every once in a while I get busy and forget to take him.  He has told me recently a few times if he needs to go, but he's not completely independent yet.  That seems to be how he does things.  He's still a mama's boy!