A Monday that feels like a Sunday. I do love them so. Especially when Daddy is back from his camping trip and has one more day off from work.
We found ourselves back at the pool today. While Heath waited for his new best friend to show up (a boy he met at the pool yesterday who taught him the joy of clinging to the pool wall and crawling along the entire perimeter like a crab), he made a new best friend. His new BFF was sporting a water gun and a joy for dare devilishly jumping off the pool steps into the water.
Stella is warming up to the big pool in her slow, methodical fashion. For now she is content with sitting on the edge with her little legs dangling in the cool water, making note of all the boisterous boy activity around her. When she grows weary of this activity, she retreats to the baby pool (or as she calls it, Stella's pool), where she floats and wanders about in her trusty pink princess race car float, proudly announcing, I'm swimming, I'm swimming.
When the four of us were sufficiently cooked, and most definitely ready for naps, Heath said goodbye to his new pool pal, reminding him repeatedly, I'll be here tomorrow. You be here tomorrow, too.
He's right, we will be back tomorrow. And if new BFF isn't there, I'm sure Heath will find himself another one.
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