The boys and I have been going to the pool about three to four times per week. It's been fairly warm, so it's a great way to cool off in the afternoon and it occupies us for several hours.
Today, we ran into some friends at the pool and the boys had fun splashing around the little kiddie pool and then "swimming" in the larger pool with E and J. I have been trying for weeks to get them to jump into my arms in the pool, but both M and B have firmly refused. B will jump at me from the stairs inside the pool, but it's more like walking off of the stairs into my arms.
Today E, she's a really sweet almost five year old girl, was jumping from the side of the pool into her mom's arms and having a great time. M took one look at this and decided that he had to try this as well. He climbed out of the pool and prepared to jump. Then he hesitated and said, "Mommy, come closer to the wall." I moved closer. "Closer, Mommy." I was now standing right next to the wall. M walked off the wall into my arms. "Mommy, I jumped! I jumped!"
Yes, M, you jumped. Sort of.
B saw this and made me take him out of his floaty tube and place him on the side of the pool. He actually leaped off of the side of the pool without waiting to see if I was ready to catch him. B continued this process about ten more times.
The world would be a boring place if we were all the same.
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