Tomorrow afternoon, swimming lessons begin. This fact has Cullen swinging back and forth between excitement and trepidation. He loves the water, but has detailed and elaborate imaginings of every possible disaster that might conceivably occur at the YMCA pool. Every worst-case scenario - he has already thought through it, believe me.
We are off in just a few minutes to the pool for a little more practice going under the water. Every time he jumps in, goes under and springs back to the surface when we swim together, he seems so surprised that he has survived once again!
Here is a picture from yesterday, our last picture in his "floaty" suit with the foam built-in. I say "last" not just because he won't need it after this next week, but also because it ripped into pieces somehow not long after this photo was taken. We learned never to pull a little thread on a swimsuit while you're wearing it!