Started in his umbrella floaty. He would toss his five animals in the water, we'd toss them back at him, he'd giggle, toss them back in the water and over and over and over. I'd make splashes and waves for him and then Auntie T jumped in the deep end near him so that he'd get splashed. He lived it.
Next up: the float boat. This one I have to hang on to otherwise it's really tippy. I'd push off the side if the pool holding him so he'd get some speed. Lots of smiles. Uncle Scott came in the pool. He asked Declan to say "Scott".
Nothing.
I leaned in and said "say Uncle".
Declan said "Auntie"...and Teresa smiled.
Then finally no floaties just mommy and Declan. I tossed him high in the air, he stood on the side of the pool and fell in on the count of three, he held into just my hands and kicked around and he played on the steps in the shallow end.
Kid was exhausted.
So was I.
Good spirits and fun the entire time.
Poor little man. Before bed he was upset and I looked in his mouth to see one if the big molars pushed through. So many teeth still working their way. He's one tough little boy.
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