Yesterday I wasn’t feeling so great and Poopy was picking up on that. She only slept about an hour – she was grouchy – sitting on my head and kicking me repeatedly.
I decided to give us both a break and go swimming.
She’s not a child that is scared of the water – she’s just not been crazy about going under. We do the “one, two, three” and dunk her. She always comes up looking so surprised – even if that’s the 100th time we’ve done it that day. I’ve taught her to plug her nose to go under as well. She much prefers plugging my nose though – and pulling me under.
So, yesterday I put her on the steps to play. She had a rubberband that she was happily playing with. I was standing a few feet away from the steps. She saw me, and jumped off the steps to get to me. My heart stopped – literally. Those steps seemed like miles. I got her above water.
No surprised look.
She laughed her ass off. So proud of herself for swimming.
I put her back on the step. She plugged her nose and submerged herself.
I stood back a foot or so and she launched herself at me again.
By the time Abel got home, I swear she almost drown 20 times. All of the sudden, she’s completely fearless in the water.
My life is now shorter several years.
She’s not a mermaid…………..yet. She is in training now.