Friends keep asking me if we’re swimming yet. The answer? A resounding yes. Yes, we’re swimming twice a day, every day.
I’ve only been in the pool once. Not because of this, but because we’re in the middle of the coldest, cloudiest, rainiest late-spring/early-summer I can remember. It’s so cold that every time I go in past my waist there’s a lot of yelping and howling on my part.
Totally lame, I know. Apparently sometime after I hit 30, I turned into a total diva.
A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2016.
David / If my pool style is “in a chaise with a margarita,” this is David’s. Mid-air and wild, with his best friend.
Mary Virginia / The first day we opened the pool, David and Mary Virginia got in and Mary immediately started crying because it was cold. An hour later, she was still in the pool and David was wrapped in a towel, shivering. I would have confidently bet a lot of money that it would have been the other way around.
In the pool, Mary Virginia has been the biggest surprise. She loves playing on the steps, singing, twirling, and practicing her mermaid moves. She doesn’t like being splashed, constantly jumps out to wipe her face dry, and never gets her hair wet, but she’s been as enthusiastic as (and maybe more) David.
Thomas / Our littlest fishy can’t quite decide what he thinks about the pool. The water has been cold, plus he’s been fighting a bad cold and ear infections. So far he likes splashing while I carry him around, chasing beach balls around the sidewalk, and showing off his very adorable bathing suit bod and sunscreen hairdo.