swimming pools and phone calls

this morning we hung out with the Thompsons.

they have a 1 ft deep kiddie pool at their community pool and though you were a little timid at first, it didn’t take you long to start wading through the water to the other side. you did it over and over, each time getting a little braver, going a little faster. I was sure you were eventually going to lose your balance, and that you would either fall on your bum, which would bring the water up to your face, or you would pitch forward to catch yourself on your hands, thus thrusting your face in the water. well, after several laps, the latter happened, and you were pretty scared. luckily it didn’t seem like you inhaled any water because you weren’t coughing or anything. you cried and I held you on my lap, but within seconds--while still crying a little--you were squirming and schooching to get yourself off and back into the water.

at that point, rather than risk another “episode,” I stood you up in your yellow float (it took you a second to understand that you could still stand up and touch the bottom even though you were in the float!), so that when you did stumble, you would just fall right down into the float, no problem. you loved it. must have done 30 or so laps.

when we got back to the Thompson’s for lunch, daddy called and as usual, I asked if you wanted to say hello. I put the phone up to your ear as you stood bent completely over at the waist with your hands on the floor in the middle of the kitchen, and you spouted off a stream of babble for 30 seconds or so, and then abruptly said “bye!” Mrs. Thompson watched you with her mouth kind of hanging open and then burst out laughing when I got back on the phone with daddy, who said “I couldn’t get a word in edgewise!”