From the minute I got up the courage to slip my newborn Truman into the little baby tub, he took to the water. He could bathe or shower or swim or just sit in the yard with a hose and be content for hours on end.

It was exhausting when he had just learned to walk and would charge toward the swimming pool with obvious glee while Rick and I raced to keep him from leaping in. He refused swimmies or any type of floating device from the beginning. And so it was no surprise that he learned to swim at …read more