1st summer = Summer of Newborn Twins
2nd summer = Summer of Fishing Unsteady Toddlers Off the Bottom of the Baby Pool
3rd summer = Summer of Stopping The Boys From Jumping Off the Side of the Baby Pool and Cracking Their Heads Open
4th summer = Summer of Pooping At the Pool (the boys pooped in swim diapers at almost every visit as we tried to potty train them)
Much to our surprise, yesterday Alex said yes to going off the diving board into the deep end. He jumped over and over to me, swimming to the side on his own. When a crack of thunder closed the pool, he cried "But I was going to do a jack knife!"
It's only mid-July and we still have another two months of summer here in North Carolina but I declare the 5th summer "Summer the Boys Learned to Swim and Became Fearless in Water." Way to go Alex!