The boys really seem to have 'grown up' a lot lately and it has been slightly less chaotic taking them out as you can explain things to them, they can talk a bit etc.
So I decided to be brave and do something I have been wanting to do for ages. We went to the pool.
OMG! What WAS I thinking.
They both jumped straight in proving that they have NO fear. My eyes were on Levi for a second and I turn to see Chase trying to go down the ladder of the DEEP end. They spotted some kids playing in deeper water and they were off. They kept both deciding to lose their footing and go under at exactly the same time. Hunter cracked it and was cold but trying to get him dry and dressed and watching the boys was a nightmare: thankfully I ran into someone who did him for me! Then there was trying to get them both out: I would just capture one tantrumming 'don't want to leave the pool' child and as I'd grab the other the first would try and jump back in!
By the time I got home I felt like I needed a big strong drink! Yes, I learnt a lot from the experience (Hunter can just stay in the pram and watch next time and MUST invest in some floaties) but I think my heart will be pounding before we even get in there next time.