Waterbaby

With the okay of our pediatrician during our two-month checkup, we brought Luke into the pool for his first-ever swim this past weekend. My little man has been such a trooper during all of our extended hours logged at the pool this summer, chilling in his bag under the awning or barely getting his feet while I sit with him at the edge of the pool. So to actually get him suited up - double swim diapered, I didn't want an accident on his part to shut down the pool on Fourth of July weekend - and put him in the water was a pretty big deal for us.

And even though the water was a bit brisk, he really seemed to enjoy it, never squealing and just keeping his big, blue eyes locked on his big sister as she jumped in and out and fluttered around him.

And I love how comfortable he is in the water, and it makes me think back to when I was pregnant with him and trying to modify my workouts around my growing belly and numerous growing aches and pains, and how the only activity that constantly felt good to me was swimming laps. So maybe his love for being in the water was predestined. Perhaps he's going to be the next Michael Phelps. Or possibly a future Jacques Cousteau. Or maybe a beachbum. Either way, I will always love him unconditionally. But for the present, our pool-time just got way more fun.