My Fish

I about fell over the other day when someone referred to Mason as a "fish". To think at the beginning of the summer he was a screaming mess when it came to the water. I can't believe the progress he's made this year. It seems like every time we go he gets a little braver and does something new. Like jumping into the water by himself.

Here's Mason and Mia floating. (The picture of them holding hands and floating isn't as good)

and here they are jumping off Grandpa's shoulders into the pool.

Mia usually likes to spend her time getting dive sticks.




I did forget to mention yesterday that I did make it back to my car (mostly anyway) after dropping Mia off before I started bawling.