While Jeff held Ian in the shallow end and the girls frolicked nearby, I decided to relive my youth a little, took off my glasses and ever so gracefully dove into the pool. When I emerged out of the watery, algaeish, barky slough, my son was not pleased. I guess Mom without her glasses and plastered hair was a bit revolting for him. My practically perfect dive made no impression on him whatsoever, so that tells you something about his appreciation for water art. And for his mother's self delusion too.
Anyhow, here are some pictures.
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