When your kids try to come in the house looking like this...
You get out the hose.
When I was younger I used to dream, almost nightly, that I was swimming. Usually I was in the ocean but sometimes I was holding onto a raft in a river, going over rapids and hills. Those dreams have pretty much stopped but I had one the other night and it made me remember what it felt like to be little.
Clark is a lot like me. He is full of energy and he skitters around from one thing to another. Sometimes he gets all charged up and somersaults around the house, crashing into things, unsure what to do with his arms and legs. He has started swimming in the deep end of the pool, this year, with a life jacket. He fearlessly jumps into the deep water over and over. The water plunges way over his head and he pops back up smiling and then he climbs out and does it again. You can tell how happy his usually restless arms and legs feel with the viscosity of liquid working against them. I wonder if he dreams like I do.
This post is part of You Capture. As always, you can see the rest of the linker-uppers over at I Should Be Folding Laundry. I am off to check them out myself, now.