The Girl Child and I were standing at her grandparents' pool, looking at it, after we agreed to go swimming. Concerned by the possibility that the water was chilly, we were standing there, waiting for the other one to go first, to take the first toe step, then knee step, then tushie step until you hit the tummy step. She was wearing her little water wings and waiting to get in so I could throw her, and I mean throw her, in the air. While waiting, we had the following conversation:
Me: Do you want me to go get you the inflatible ring?GC: The ring? That, I could do without.
She's been spending too much time with my father.
And while I remember, the Boy Child graced us with what might just pass for a sentence:
Opp, go, bil [yes, mostly he speaks Norwegian]
Thus telling my wife that he wanted to be picked up and he wanted to go out for a ride in the car. It appears he may be putting the whole language thing together. Which is nice.
Posted by Random Penseur at May 10, 2005 03:35 PMYou Girl Child, as ever, cracks me up.
When she gets to the teenage years I promise to help keep you supplied in antacids.
Posted by: Helen at May 12, 2005 06:13 AMWhen my nephew was about 5 years old we went into my aunt's swimming pool. This was first excursion into a large pool and he had the ring-with-seat thing. He wasn't ready to trust that it would keep him afloat and was a little scared.
"Don't let go of me yet!" he scolded. "Okay," I said as I held the ring.
I gently eased him down until he and the ring were supported by the water. I kept my arms extended so that he wouldn't realize that he was being held up only by the water and ring.
"Don't you dare let go yet!" "Okay!"
"Okay, Uncle Bobby, let go, but slowly!" he said bravely. I raised my hands out of water saying "I already did, two minutes ago!"
His face lit up, amazed, and he turned to the back deck. "Mommy! Look, I'm swimming!"
All the fear was gone and he had a great time. We finally had to pry him away from the pool 'cuz his lips were getting blue.