Popspitals

Despite having spent much of the weekend at the pool, we found ourselves there this morning as soon as it opened. It is truly the best place for the Ropkos to be these days.

Heath challenges himself each visit to swim further distances, head in the water, all limbs incorporated. Stella, no longer clinging to the comfort of the baby pool, has fully embraced wearing her teal blue puddle jumper, and kicks and paddles about the entire length of the pool at will. And I float about on my back, relishing the weightless moments; the baby bump is growing larger by the day.


Post-pool popsicles.

In her beloved hand-me-down Thomas suit.

And what does one do with all the popsicle sticks being consumed this summer?

You build space ships with them, of course.

Needs more glue, Heath frequently shouts as he constructs his space ship. We ran out of popsicle sticks. Stella offered a solution. Need to eat more popspitals!

Guess you know what we'll be doing tomorrow. Going to the pool and eating more popspitals.