Henry and I just got back from a pool party at Libby's. Also in attendance were Megan and Leo, and Phoebe and Otto. It took Henry a little while to get the nerve up to spend any significant amount of time in the pool. The shallow end is over his head so he was a bit apprehensive to be in the water much, so while everyone else was splashing around and spitting up in the water, I was chasing Henry around and around the pool.
Yesterday I got him a little inflatable boat to ride in because I had a feeling Henry wasn't going to be thrilled about the depth of the water. He didn't love it right off the bat, but by the end of our time at the pool he was so enamoured with it that he added the word "boat" to his vocabulary. He most particularly liked it when I'd crash him into the sides of the pool. He also very much enjoys it when you count to three and lift him out of the water real fast. Oh, the joyous shrieks, which eventually evolved into preemptive joyous shrieks because he was filled with joy over not just the action itself, but the anticipation.
Onto other business related to swimming and last weeks stroller accident, while Henry was shrieking earlier today I was able to get a really good look at his upper gum for amounts of time that have been impossible to achieve while brushing his teeth thanks to all the screaming and crying and general tight-lippedness. It looks okay except his top right tooth is exposed really far up so I'm thinking we need to take him to a dentist for an expert opinion as to whether that's a problem that will fix itself in terms of the gum growing back down or if we need to do something to help protect that tooth. Poor kid.