Sunday Funday
August 12, 2007, Vincey was about 6 months old and had never ventured into the pool yet. I was starting to get a bit concerned that I picked the one lab in the world that disliked water. Even after we went for runs in the hot Texas summer, she wouldn't go near the pool, was afraid to even go near the edge. Until this day that is, when I heard a sudden splash that scared the bejesus out of me. But it was just Vincey deciding that, yes, pools are good.
She would get on the first step and then soar in the air, swim to the love seat and get out, and then back to the step. Lather, rinse, repeat. Dozens of times. She stopped doing her Superman trick shortly after that and took to just wading into the pool. I figure she probably belly flopped at one point and that was the end of that!
I can do this, I can do this, I can do this:
Uh oh, what did I just do:
Ouch, that hurt my belly:
This is quite refreshing after all:
This is even MORE refreshing:
I must shake off this water even though I am about to jump right back in:
This is tiring, can I come up on the chaise lounge with you, Dad?
No? Ok, I'll relax here then:
Ok, I'm hot again, I'll relax here and rehydrate at the same time:
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