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

In a house where the female-to-male ratio is 3-to1, the most exciting aspect of the Olympics for my family was Michael Phelps. My girls and I – we are Phelps Phans. We watched volleyball, race walking (great athletes, but really made us giggle), gymnastics, fencing, you know, the non-Michael events, but swimming, it was clearly the highlight for us.
My teenage daughter, Bay, and her friend Kimm, stayed up watching swimming until the early morning hours and walked around with photos of Phelps as the wallpaper on their phones. They sent each other Phelps photos on the computer, called themselves …read more