Category Archives: swimming

Glive Gravity

Big Glen tosses little Glen high into the air in our pool yesterday.

Glen IV tosses Glen V high into the air in our pool yesterday.

What goes up . . .

Glive hopes his dad is sure-handed.

Glive hopes his dad is sure-handed.

. . . must come . . .

Gotcha!

Gotcha!

. . . down!

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Pool Football

Jared begins a new round.

Jared begins a new round.

Float flipping wasn’t the only new sport introduced to our family’s swimming pool last Sunday. Say hello to pool football!

It starts with one boy out of the water tossing a football high in the air to two awaiting opponents. The object?

The brothers battle.

The brothers battle.

Grab the football first. This, of course, involves a lot of jumping and bumping. Boys gotta be boys.

Big bro wins this time.

Big bro wins this time.

But eventually someone is victorious. After each round (usually a best-of-five catches), the thrower rotates in, and another game starts.

Got it!

My younger son holds on tight to gain a point on Jared.

There were plenty of thrills and spills during the lively contests. Sometimes you never knew who was going to end up with the ball.

Will Jared hang on?

Will Jared hang on?

Plus it wasn’t enough just to get your hands on the slippery object. The guys had to make sure to show they hit the water with the football still in hand.

Got it!

Jared is triumphant.

Pay dirt!

Float Flip

He ain’t heavy; he’s my brother.

He ain’t heavy; he’s my brother.

Yesterday my sons found a new way to have fun in our backyard swimming pool, as well as make me laugh.

It involved my strong baby boy lifting his lighter, older brother on the Sting Ray float and turning him around in circles.

What goes up . . . .

What goes up . . . .

But that wasn’t what amused me.

Oh oh!

Oh oh!

This did! After little bro tired, he would flip the float, as I snapped away chuckling.

Man overboard . . . or is that under float?

Man overboard . . . or is that under float?

It seemed to happen in slow motion, which made it look even funnier.

Where’s Waldo?

Where’s Waldo?

The best part? The reaction by my “concerned” younger son.

Priceless!

Little G Then and Now

Big Glen holds baby Glen in our pool two years ago.

Big Glen holds baby Glen in our pool two years ago.

The first time that Glen V visited our backyard pool, he was a mere three months old.

Kelly makes sure baby G is secure.

Kelly makes sure baby G is secure.

His parents, the ever-lovely Kelly and Glen IV, had to do everything for the tiny tyke.

Now let’s fast-forward two years.

Little G jumps into Glen’s arms from the waterfall.

Little G jumps into Glen’s arms from the waterfall.

Glive (as we like to call him) is fun in the sun! He and his parents visited my younger son and I last week, and we had a swell time.

Kelly guides Glive.

Kelly guides Glive.

Fortunately, little Glen was wearing his Puddle Jumpers, so we didn’t have to worry about him sinking. It was cool watching him and marveling at how far he’s come since his first time in our pool.

The Stingray looks like the same one, but it’s not.

The Sting Ray looks like the same one, but it’s not.

This was a more-confident Glivester kicking his legs trying to swim, jumping into his dad’s arms, and squirting his mom with a water gun.

Time out for a snack

Break time

Of course, he did have his terrible twos moments, which resulted in him going into time out (at least he got to enjoy his snack, though; food always soothes the cranky Frankies, as we liked to call them way back when).

Double Glen love!

Double Glen love!

Other than that, it seemed like he’s learning to enjoy all the freedom that growing up brings.

Slam dunk time for my baby boy.

Slam dunk time for my baby boy.

Before we know it, little Glen will be just like this guy in the pool!

Wet Dunks

My younger son is ready to air dunk!

My younger son is ready to air dunk!

The Summer Games have begun in our backyard pool. Usually that means that danger is the number one ingredient, because these made-up sports always involve males. I’ve told my two sons and their friends to be careful, avoid the pool edges, and please don’t get blood in the pool. So far, so good.

This summer my younger son and his pal Jared have been hanging out in the pool. Recently they made up a new game to quell the boredom: Pool dunking.

We have a poor man’s pool basketball goal that floats. So the kid and Jared decided it would be fun to take a running start with a small basketball and try to dunk it in the ever-moving, inflatable hoop before landing in the water.

This gives new meaning to the term “jump shot!”

Gotta love the wink!

Gotta love the wink!

Jared opted to go for style points on this dunk.

Hovering in the air

Hovering in the air

Looks like a certain two-pointer.

Note where the ball is

Note where the ball is

Score . . . and splashdown!

Looks like a perfect take-off.

Looks like a perfect takeoff.

The kid decided to go for power.

Closing in

Closing in

Did he mistime his leap?

Stretching it out

Stretching it out

Not at all! It was a splashy two points.

I guess when you’re too short to dunk on a regulation 10-foot dry basketball hoop, the little version in the pool is a great way to boost your ego. Plus it wasn’t dangerous . . . for a change. My blood pressure appreciated that!

One-Word Wednesday

The kid shows off for the Olympus Stylus Tough waterproof camera in our pool.

Handstand!

Spoutin’ Off

Playing with the cold water filling the pool is fun.

My younger son made a startling discovery last week: The spout that adds water to our swimming pool is an amusing toy!

Hand up!

I’m glad, because I’m all about cheap fun.

Chest bumping the water

The two of us were enjoying some quality pool time together . . . well, us and the Olympus Stylus Tough waterproof camera. Water + good Nikon = sad photographer.

The kid and the spout were the stars of this unique water show. A jolly time was had by all!

My younger son enjoys the spray, while the Mister reads on the back patio.

Not that everyone actually noticed what was going on!