Every day at the lake revolved around the sweetheart of summer: water. Like the name suggests, Smith Mountain Lake is in the mountains, and it’s considerably cooler and less humid than it is in Richmond. Plus, the week we were there happened to be an unusually cool week. But that didn’t keep us from being in our bathing suits, all day, every day.
At first touch David loved it. On the first day he was jumping off the dock and going under water. He woke up from his nap saying, “More water! More water! More fall in water with Daddy!” (That last part is translated from the original, “More fall water Daddy!”)
By the end of the week he was sort of over it and just wanted to play on the dock. When we asked if he wanted to swim? Kayak? Paddle board? Fall water Daddy? He said “NO!” with a tone of such annoyance as if, didn’t we know? He’d already conquered the lake. Time to move on.
The crazy thing is that these pictures don’t even scratch the surface. I don’t have pictures of the boys or Berkley Grace on the tube, or of Lindsay making the paddle board look so easy that the rest of us were willing to try it.
And then there’s this. I already posted this video on Facebook, but I have to post it again because David’s not even two, you know? And this will be great to include in NBC’s video compilation of David’s swimming career when he breaks Michael Phelps’s gold medal record in the Olympics.