Pool time

We have been regulars at the university pool for the past 6 years. But we never go during the heat of the day. Instead we opt to late afternoon/early evening swim lessons and stay until it closes. This suits the Scandinavian skin better. Before we moved we had the luxury of just being able to walk or ride bikes there and back. Not so anymore, really.

The last three are taken in the baby pool. 

Julia, the baby who HATES baths, LOVES to swim and is a menace in the pool because she does not like to be held, but wants maximum freedom. When she sits in the baby blow-up-ring, she BITES it and lunges forward to escape. The lifeguards are always watching us wondering why the baby is so unhappy. Isak acted similar at her age, and learned to swim on his own with arm-puffs at just over a year old. I'm thinking Julia may be taking after her big brother.

 Julia with 'aunt' Inger

Elina and Sofia (can you spot the part-Italian?)

Sam and Isak

This picture above of Anja is funny to me. It was taken in June, one of our first evenings at the pool. She is whining here because she is cold. It was easily 34 Celsius /93 Fahrenheit in the air (in the shade, hotter in the sun by far, of course) and the water was a mere 79 F/26 C. Where is your Viking blood, woman? You must be related to your Mormor Ingunn. (And so is Elina, I think, because she asks that we stay and take hot showers every night after we are done!!) Thankfully, now that it is closer to 85 F/29 C in the water Anja doesn't complain anymore. Yesterday they had to throw a block of ICE into the baby pool to cool it down, one of the lifeguards told me. It got up to 99 F/37 C, and counting!!