Swimming

My kids love swimming. (well, Connor is finally learning to love swimming) I really should rephrase that statement and say that Jaxson loves swimming. The kid is a fish. He would jump off the side of a pool and nearly drown and still come back for more. I admire his fearlessness and cherish his unknowing innocence. Connor sees pools as the dangerous traps they are. They look beautiful from the surface but underneath all that beauty is a big hole filled with tons of water that is just waiting to cover your whole body with it's endless weight. Jaxson tends to see swimming pools in a different sort of light. He views all swimming pools as giant bathtubs with endless possibilities. I thought that I would teach him a lesson a few weeks ago, and instead of rushing over to save him when he jumped off the side into my friends deep pool, I let him go under for just a second. I expected to see some sort of fear in his eyes when I pulled him to the surface but instead, I saw a look of exhilaration. And that put fear into my eyes. We went swimming today with our friends and I snapped this great picture of Connor finally being brave enough to play in the water. It was only when I got home and downloaded the picture on my computer that I noticed the faint sight of something or I should say someone in the background. Take a wild guess who the someone is....................

(for those who couldn't see the someone, it is Jaxson the fish with his face almost completely submerged while his older brother wouldn't even get his chin in the water)