Swimming

What to do? What to do? I'm trying to write about all the fun we had on vacation while the memories are still fresh. But at the same time, my kids aren't taking a vacation from all the cute things they say and do. Which means I'm getting behind. For instance, this story would have made a lot more sense last Sunday.


That's because Sunday marked two weeks since we got to swim and splash and play in the pool by Grandpa and Grandma's soon-to-be old house in Naples. That was the day their neighbor told us he could tell we were from Minnesota. I joked that our pasty white skin must have given us away. Without missing a beat he answered, "Yeah, that too."



The main way he knew we were tourists was the fact we were swimming when the weather was - by Florida standards - far too cold.

Imagine what he would have thought of how we spent our Sunday afternoon just two weeks later. We put on our swimsuits and hit the water. It was the perfect way to relax and soak up the sun. Did I mention the temperature was only in the upper 40s?

No matter. The water temperature was 102 degrees. I'd just finished a 4-mile run, so for my out-of-shape legs, this was heaven.

The kids managed to track down their various toy sharks, whales and dolphins, which was no easy task. Some were in their bathtub. Others were in the tub in our bathroom. Still others had to be dug from the sandbox after weathering the winter outdoors. I've noticed these creatures of the deep have become a lot more interesting to the kids since our trip to Sea World.