Today we went to the pool for the first time this season. I wasn't sure what Henry would think of all of that water splashing around all over the place, but as it turns out, he was instantly enamored.
This was also the first time he's been to the pool since learning how to walk. He slowly waded in, inching further and further into the water, unable to just jump in and face the cold all at once, but instead suffering with each footstep. Just like me. Once he had worked himself up to his belly, he reached out and grabbed my hand and let me guide him further in until he was uncomfortable with the depth and wanted me to hold him. His confidence in the water grew each time we waded out and back in, but each time as soon as he got up to his belly, he would grab my hand then push it away then grab my hand again. He desperately wanted to be on his own, but just couldn't muster the courage.
I couldn't help remembering how last summer, halfway down the length of the kiddie pool was as far as he could've gone without submerging. Now he can make it almost all the way down to the other end. It blows my mind. I may have even become a little sentimental there for a second this afternoon.
There was a huge group of kids running around, splashing, and raising a ruckus while we were there. One of them kept yelling out to his friends as he was chasing them "I'm want to dine on your flesh!" How gross is that? What's video games has he been playing.