Fimming

Ever since our little pool party at the neighbors, Sophie has wanted to put her "fim-suit" back on and "fim". She talks about it everyday. The weather has been delightful these past couple of weeks, but I didn't think 70 degrees was warm enough to "fim". Saturday warmed up, so we (I) blew up the pools. (Manually... er... facially? I felt like I was going to pass out, but not as bad as when I did it 6-months pregnant last summer. We need to get our bike pump back.)

I had planned on blowing them up in the morning, then letting them sit for a few hours to warm up the water. Plans don't really happen most of the time. Sophie was in her suit before 11AM, playing in ice cold water, fresh from the hose. And loving it.

Thanks for the pool, Perins!

Ivy woke up from her nap, we ate lunch, then Sophie wanted to go back out and "fim". I slipped Ivy into her suit, lowered into the water and waited for her reaction. The water was by no means warm. It wasn't ice-cold, but it was. . . cool. I certainly would have gasped had I sat in that pool (and my mom would have sang some opera like she used to when we'd go waterskiing), but Ivy didn't. Unlike Sophie's first experience with kiddie pools, Ivy loved it. I can add that to my "why my girls are polar opposites" list.

Ivy's famous tongue-smile. She sat in that pool until her feet were shrivled and she started to shiver a bit, but she didn't complain once.

I love that Ivy's sitting up so well now. She loves it, too. She's graduated to sitting up in the tub by herself and riding up front in the cart. That last one isn't a problem because Sophie insists on walking everywhere we go now. I never thought I would dread going grocery shopping. It makes me sad.

One bowl on the head is just not enough.

Sophie does great impressions. She can do just about every little noise Ivy makes.