Mother's Day went swimmingly.

Jeremy left on a jet plane; Jones set sail in a plastic pirate "sheep," and Freddie drank more chocolate milk than any child should be allowed to do.

All in a day's work.

In a nutshell, that's how we spent our Mother's Day. Jeremy left from Greenville for ten days of work training in Chicago, so after dropping him at the airport, the boys and I went to church with Mom and Daddy. Then the boys napped, and after that, we got in the pool for the first time this season.

Jones did GREAT. Last summer, he was as hot and cold towards swimming as the water itself. This year, he very quickly got over his early nerves and spent the better part of an hour floating in the pirate sheep we bought him during last summer's short-lived "Jake & the Neverland Pirates" phase.

Instead of making it about 25 minutes before wanting to get out, he made it almost 60 minutes (that's when he, very matter of factly, made the sign for and said, "All done!" but even then, he wanted to stay poolside with Mom and Daddy instead of coming in with Freddie and me), so that was a step in the right direction. He still had the most severe shivers (and blue lips) I have ever seen an actual human child get by the time today's swim session was done.

He also let his Pop throw him. Daddy'd say, "1-2-3..." and then throw him, and before long, Jones was counting FOR Pop to signal that he wanted to go again!



For his part, Freddie either wanted to swim on his own (sorry, Son. That's a no go), or he wanted to sit on the step, holding on to Mayme and splashing every time Pop passed by (or "pushing" Pop's float out of the way). I love some of these pictures below where he's holding on to my mom's bathing suit. It shows he was a little nervous about was essentially a new experience for him.

All in all, it was a VERY happy Mother's Day and offered a glimpse into what I know will be a VERY fun summer!