An Evening Swim

As a general rule of thumb, I don't like to swim unless it's at least 90 degrees outside.  There is nothing fun about trucking to my towel soaking wet and shivering.  Sadly, that means our swimming days are becoming more and more numbered  So, more and more often I find myself packing up a makeshift (and pretty pathetic) dinner and text Reo to meet us at the pool after work. 

The kids don't mind the PB and J dinner one bit.

And seriously, do you think this little girl looks up to her brother much?  Tries to be just like him.   And then I disappear into the huge puddle of adorableness..