fish-boy

Ok, so about a year ago here on the blog I discussed how Timmy learned to swim in the big pool- albeit wearing his swimmy vest. Here’s the post. Well, today at the "crunchy club" the kid basically taught himself to swim. In the big pool. All by himself. No swimmy vest. Just swimming. He’s pretty awesome and  still "cuter than pie" ala Jack & Patrick.

A few weeks back on a rainyish weekend when I was shooting,  John (& Nelson too) took the boys to the Coney Island Aquarium and then to a Brooklyn Cyclones game. At the game, Timmy’s picture was on the big screen as the "best smile" of the game. Really, the kid is too cute. If I say so myself.

As for the big boys, they had their second swimming lesson today with Robert (who they are loving- they were watching for him to get off the lifeguard stand for like 15 minutes before their lesson). They are really doing great. Learning the strokes and even some diving today. Actual real headfirst diving. From a knee for now, but they’ll be getting all the way there soon. And most importantly, they really like it.

Worked up the invitations for the big boys birthday party where The Turn will be playing! They are SO totally excited.

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John and Ken booked a big whirlwind baseball trip for just the boys coming up the first weekend of August. They are flying to Kansas City (ya, the plane is at 6am. SIX AM. That means they have to leave the house around 4:30am. Good luck with that.) on a Friday, seeing the Royals vs. White Sox Friday night. Visiting the Negro League Hall of Fame Museum Saturday morning, Saturday afternoon more Royals vs. Sox, driving toward St.Louis Saturday evening and stopping where ever to sleep. Sunday morning visiting Gateway Arch and seeing St. Louis vs. Philadelphia Sunday night. Monday, driving to Chicago to see the Cubs vs. Astros that night and leaving Chicago Tuesday morning to fly home. Do you think they might be a little tired when it’s all done?

Just a side note…I know there are a lot more pictures of Timmy than of the big boys. But there is a legitimate reason for that. One, most of the time, they are at school and Timmy’s around more. Two, they are so totally sick of my camera. Like Pavolvian dogs, when they hear the velcro ripping on my camera bag, they scatter like bugs. So while I’d like to take more pictures of them they suffer severely from PCS (photographers child syndrome) and will not have it unless they are in the mood or bribed. So I try to leave them alone as much as possible so when the really important things come up that I need pictures of them for, they may possibly cooperate. Maybe.