It is such a fun thing to go to the pool. There is a benefit to  keeping our Y membership while I am out of work. The exercise is good both physically and mentally. It is also fun to use the big pool. Peg is the actual swimmer – she does laps and swims the proper way – like they do in the olympics – you know, stroke, breathe, stroke, breathe etc. Not me. I could never get the timing down right. I would always open my mouth on the wrong head turn and get a mouthful of water – not fun. So, I  do not swim properly – I usually grab a noodle or two, stick them between my legs and paddle around. I feel like an adventurer floating down the amazon river discovering new lands – me and my blue noodle! Sometimes there are other children in the pool – they look at me like I am a weird old man – seems to be a trend in my life lately…

I remenber taking the kids to pools when they were little. They (like all kids) really got excited about going to the pool – but how many times do parents need to hear “marco”,” polo” when they are trying to enjoy some relaxing time around the pool?  Marco,  Polo – what the heck – who came up with this game? I don’t know  which became more annoying – “marco”,  “polo”  800 times or “Dad ,look look look, watch this” 800 times? How many times is a cannon ball jump endearing?  To be honest  I miss it. 800  times are not  nearly enough. Maybe I can get Peg to start yelling Marco to my Polo next trip to the Y.