Who Are You Waving At

Last night marked the beginning of the latest round of swimming lessons.  The usual excitement ensconced the boys but none were as thrilled as Logan.

Over the summer, the requisite parent floated along side the thrashing 2-year-old barely able to contain the boundless energy long enough to prevent his drowning.  Today, Logan became a Turtle.  His older brothers have long since surpassed the lowly station of the toothless reptile to attain loftier aquatic heights but tonight Logan was his own man.  We the parents, now relegated to the warm, dry viewing gallery, watched while hired hands attended the boy as he swallowed half of the pool water.  That reminds me...add night-time pull-ups to the shopping list.

Having just come from home where dinner was prepared, served and cleared in less than an hour I was prepared to navigate three boys through four separate classes in 90 minutes time.  It was a simple enough task.  After seeing Justin off to his technology class Ethan and I walked Logan to the pool.  We talked happily about his first swimming lesson on his own.  He was nearly frantic with excitement.  Once we left him in the care of his teacher, we watched from the viewing area as he had the time of his life.

As you are undoubtedly aware, my sphere of parenting knowledge does not include little girls.  To that end, in order to speak Boy, you must be capable of listening to, translating, interpreting and speaking multiple dialects simultaneously.  Any parent of little boys will attest to this fact.  Keep in mind that Ethan had not stopped talking from the moment he sat down at the dinner table.  To anyone who knows him this will come as no surprise. 

At the end of the lesson, with Justin still in class, Ethan and I proceeded to the pool deck to wait for the swimmers.  We had five minutes to spare but we had a clear view of Logan's class straight through the double doors and across the pool where Logan could see us as well.

We watched and waited while Ethan busied himself on the railings like a monkey.  Meanwhile I was watching Logan.  Logan caught sight of me and waved so hard he nearly fell into the pool.  I waved back as hard as I could without taking flight.  It was then that Ethan noticed me and asked,

"Who are you waving at?" 

Seriously?

I beckoned Ethan over and carefully leaned in toward him.  I pointed across the pool. 

"The Easter Bunny," I whispered.  "You see him standing on the other side of the pool right behind your bro-ther...I'm waving at your brother!!"

- Circa 2010