Continuing Education and Swim School

It has been some time since I have taken the reigns from Allison to make a blog posting, and I was recently told that my presence has been missed (thank you Eric). That said, I have recently found more time on my hands so I will commit to bringing more updates.

Just two weeks ago I had the honor of walking the lawn at the University of Virginia as I graduated from my Masters in the Management of IT program. I am told that I am somewhere in the picture above, I told my family that I was near the purple monkey balloon. Even with the guidance I can't see where I'm at. As you can note, it was quite the mob scene there so our offspring were left at home.


Upon our arrival back home, John Grayson was quite pleased that I put on my 'funny hat and cape' for him. Delia was less than interested. I am quite confident that Allison is quietly convincing her that William and Mary is a better school (notice her disdain being forced to wear the pink Virginia shirt). Nonetheless, it was quite a proud day for me and I was happy to share it with my family.

In the spirit of this continued education, JGray is persistant in his instructing Delia of the art/science of Monster Trucks. I don't know if I am more impressed by his willingness to spend all this time talking to Delia about monster trucks or her attention span concerning the subject. I am giving 10 to 1 odds right now that her first words are Mama, Dada, and Gravedigger.



Speaking of Delia impressing us, note her coy look as she is already trying to sit up. Either that or she was actually posing for the camera. Both scenarios are scaring me a bit that my little girl is growing up. By the way, while many people think it might be cute to mention that Delia will be such a little cute girlfriend for the little boys, I don't find it funny. I have not moved along that change curve yet. She will be nobody's girlfriend until her father is good and ready....there I have said my piece.

Last, but certainly not least, JGray began swim school this week at Morgan Swim School. These are half hour lessons where the parents are not allowed to be present (note the only picture we have is in the back of the van prior). This swim school is meant to be a 'boot camp' to teach kids to swim, and so far it is seeming effective. In just two days our son has gone from refusing to put his chin in the water to being dunked under the water and swimming to the ledge. Given this level of advancement, by the end of this two week program we might have a little Michael Phelps on our hands.