little nemo

Have you ever watched Finding Nemo?  You know how Nemo wants to be free of his dad to swim and explore the world?  And the Dad is so protective that he doesn't want to let him go?

Yeah... that would be the opposite of us.

Swim lessons have become a bit dramatic here at the end of the week.  Reese has decided now that the pressure to actually swim is on, he'd just rather cling to Amber and scream dramatically.  Today it was, "Mama!!! I'm going to drown!" Over and over and over at the top of his lungs.

So where the Dad in Finding Nemo wants to hold his child close, I told Amber to let our little fish go.  I believe my exact words were "Throw him.  He'll figure it out."

And he did.  He doesn't like it.  And he yelled the whole way {exact for the part where he had to hold his breath and swim for his life}.  But he can swim.  Which was the goal of lessons.

I didn't need a pint-size Michael Phelps, but I did want a child who could somewhat swim in the event he fell in a pool.

And here, without further ado, our Nemo--

Ignore my nasal voice.  Ugh.  And please, notice how ridiculously angry Reese looks at the end.  He's beyond mad that I've had Amber throw him in five times in a row.