We have begun our summertime, weekend, lake visits. We head out every weekend to our boat and cruise the lake all weekend long. RB and I have become true lake rats. Who would have thunk? I used to be too prissy for dirty fish water... much preferring the clean chlorinated water of our swimming pool. Nowadays, with the whole "natural" thing, I actually feel less poisoned in the fish water. We had planned to dig a pool ASAP when we moved into this house but now I am torn. Do we really want the hassle of a pool again? Yeah, it's fun. Yeah, the kids love it. But- it is expensive to upkeep and a big ole pain with parts failing, leaves falling, and the hassle of trying to keep the stupid thing clean. I am not sure I want one now. Some days I do, others- not so much.


This in no way says that I have overcome my fear of the lake. I do have a bit of panic about what else is swimming about in there. If I get the guts to jump in I totally freak about my feet hitting a fish. I still have panic attacks every now and then about some crazy Texas-visiting gator biting my feet off. Fish DO come up and bite you now and then... (RB got bit this last time and yep, it WAS funny! He got out almost as fast as I do when they bite me:-) My two oldest and RB have no fears. They jump in and never think twice... they laugh at crazy ole Mom who has to talk herself into being able to enter even with one toe at a time.


My first 2 boys grew up in the pool. Hunter could swim almost as early as he could walk. Jay swam with a swim vest but still, he swam. They both took over the pool before they ever reached the ripe old age of 3. Now my Kan-Kan is another story all together. Even though he was introduced to the pool quite early...
and the boy LOVES water, he also fears it. Even with a full fledged life jacket he will not let go of the ladder on the boat. He shrieks and screams if we try to take him off and swim with him- NO WAY. What can I say? I guess he has a bit of Mom in him. Last weekend I lured him off the ladder to swim with me and finally got him to calm down and laugh when I told him we had to catch the boat... He helped me swim and try to get back to the ladder, of course this was all a big ruse to get him to relax. When he finally did get back to the ladder he was clung like super glue again and refused to willfully come swim with me again. SHEESH. We bought a water play pen if you will last summer and blow it up for him regularly while we swim.

He flails, jumps, splashes, and laughs as he is in his little oasis but, try and coax him out... I don't think so. He is having none of that. I have no idea when he will outgrow this faze and come in to swim with us. For now he plays catch with us and has a ball from his little island haven. I must say having a flailing 3 year old in the island oasis makes it a bit less "oasis-ish" for us big folks. There is no sitting back drinking a beer and relaxing in there. Welp, at least the fish can't bite yah in there... that net bottom might not stop a wayward gator but it totally saves us all from the fish nips.

It is lunch time and I am still pajama girl. I truly am getting to be really laid back. :-) hee hee.

I better get Kan some lunch and see if I can get a few things done around the house here. Have a good day!