Too close for comfort

  Just have to record for memory's sake my morning....Jazlyn's finally started taking swimming lessons.  I've put it off and my kids haven't had much time/experience in the water, because it's overwhelming to take 3 little ones who are a little weery in the water swimming.  So I finally signed Jazlyn up and she's doing great, considering how scared she's been of water in the past.  Fortunately the lessons are only 30 min. because I have to stay there the whole time (since she's under 7--that's the rule) and the boys are not at a good age to sit there and watch, and don't want to have anything to do with any entertainment I bring for them.
  Usually I bring a snack with for them, but today I left it in the car, and of course couldn't go back out and get it.  Matsen was dramatically acting like he had not eaten in days.  He threw a huge fit from the second we sat down on the bleachers about how starving he was.  Finally I'd had it and stuck him in a time out on the wall behind the bleachers and told him to calm down for a little bit.  As he's sitting there screaming a guy sitting on the bleachers keeps looking alternately at me and then Matsen with this look on his face like, "Can't you control your kid?  Why don't you make him stop screaming?"  If my expression had words it would have said, "If you have any tricks to get him to stop screaming, then be my guest and help me out here!"  Finally he calmed down and then the first blessing happened:  I found a granola bar in my bag I had forgotten about.  That did the trick for Matsen and he calmed right down.  So we went to sit back down at the bleachers.
   I have been so vigilant about Kelston since we've been at swimming because the bleachers (pretty much the only place to sit) is a only a mere couple of feet from the pool that is 5 ft. or more deep.  I turned my back on him for a couple of seconds and thought he was following right behind me to our seat, when the guy in front of me points behind me and Kelston had fallen all the way into the 5 ft. deep part!!!  Talk about a heart stopper.  I was .5 seconds from jumping in when the top of his little head bobbed right up to the top so I was able to grab his arm and lift him out.  Scared me half to death!  He was of course sad, but really calmed down very quickly.  I guess he had taken a couple of steps backwards and fell straight in.  It cracked me up though because for atleast an hour or so after the incident, every few seconds Kelston would say," 'ez deep, mamma" over and over again in a serious voice.  I think he's learned his lesson about staying away from the deep part.  I've been saying prayers of thanks all day that that guy was watching and that Kelston was ok.