This summer we have had Fisher in the water at least once a week. At the start he would clutch us like a clip-on bear and eventually be so relaxed he would fall asleep, in the water, in your arms like the sweet cuddle baby he is. Must have felt lilke the womb- lord knows mine was (is)the size of an ocean... anyway, as Mom, I must admit it melted my heart and I would turn us into prunes to stay that way while he slept. Now, however he is becoming a little Neptune; very adventurous, moving his legs like the fish he is, dunking his head and even sits on the edge for a faux jump in... we hold his legs the entire time, mind you. This past weekend he actually took a tour of the kiddie pool (Yuk, but it was warmer- double yuk- what can I say?) Although he is far too cool for the 1.5 foot depth, he learned that he could walk around in the water- which he enjoyed... until he feel in face first while trying to run to Daddy. It did answer our unending question; can he swim? The answer to that is this: As advanced as Fisher is, he cannot yet swim. He shook it off and continued to play. Adda Boy! * Not too many pics as camera not waterproof. Oh and as far as I go, I will spare you all re-living your lunch w/ a me shot. After all, water puts 20lbs on you- dugh!
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