I don't know that I've ever seen this child more in his element.
He loved seeing all the other kids but as soon as he stepped in the water he never came back out. Well except to get out and cannonball back in. He was a swimming fool and he loved having the big flowers shooting down water on him, telling me, "Look mommy it's raining!" I have no doubt that if the big slides had been open (jerks closed them down before we got there) he would have been plummeting down those. Even though he is at the height minimum (48") I wouldn't let him go down those on his own so I guess I'd have to go. Or send E. Yeah, I'd probably send E.
We had one kid who, once he realized that I was putting my camera under the water wouldn't leave us alone. I think he just really wanted his picture taken. He kept telling G when to jump, how to jump, etc. and G kept looking at him like, "Why are you telling me what to do?" The boy would tell G, "Ready...set..." and G would take off and jump. The boy kept saying, "Wait for me this time." G waits for no one. It didn't help that the boy kept calling G Derek.





Then out of the blue I saw G dunking himself under the water. I was standing by him so I snapped a picture under water. Imagine my surprise when I looked at the camera and realized that he was opening his eyes under the water. The rest of our time at the pool was spent by G showing us that not only can he open his eyes under water but he'll open his mouth under water and blow bubbles, etc. He also showed us some rudimentary swimming skills. Neither of us had any idea he could do these things...we're not even sure he knew! He was especially fond of drinking in a mouthful of water (yuck, pool water) and then popping out of the pool and burping. One little boy in particular found this funny so they became quick friends.





I kept warning G that the water was icky and not to drink it but he didn't listen. He had a big ol' distended belly full of pool water by the time the pool closed down (early too, jerks). On the way home G informed us that he needed to go potty so E pulled over and I got G out. I wasn't paying a whole lot of attention and G said, "Uh oh." I then noticed that he wasn't tinkling...he had the power poops...all down his legs and on his pants/shoes/socks, etc. I just laughed and told E, "We could use some help here, can you get out the package of wipes?" Then I told G, "I said not to drink the yucky pool water!"
He couldn't poop straight for two days and now I just have to ask him, "Is pool water good?" and he'll answer, "No way, it makes my butt hurt!" Not exactly what I was trying to instill in him but it gets the job done.


































