On account of guilt that Fighter may just be rotting his IQ away at home doing nothing but walk around the house, open and close cabinets, pretend to read some books and the occasional bubble play session, I suggested to Fatty that we take him swimming last weekend.

(Oh yea and I stopped his school for now cos I was worried I’d deliver early and couldn’t take him to class)

So we packed his swim diapers and towel.  And blew up his swim float for the first time.  It was a present from my ex-colleagues and at first I thought it was a donut float which would probably be too big for this ex-preemie.

But it turned out to be this little boat thing, complete with steering wheel!

Fighter was completely enamoured with it hahahaha.

So much so that he insisted on carrying it with him in the car on the way to the pool WTF.

So we got to the pool… and straight away Fighter’s eyes widened and he started gesturing towards it.

I’m too preggers to fit into my swimsuit so I stayed at the edge with towel and camera while Fatty did the honors.

Here’s Fighter gingerly testing water lolol pun not intended.

As a kid Ooib drowned like five gazillion times so I was predictably nervous about my own baby boy going into a pool for the first time.  I kept shouting to Fatty, “Be careful! Don’t drop him! Don’t let him drink water! Lower him down very carefully! Don’t scare him! Let him test water first!”

I’m surprised Fatty didn’t turn around and punch me wtf.

So anyway Fatty carefully lowered Fighter into the pool (as per shouted instructions wtf).  I needn’t have worried cos Fighter loved it!

He stood in the pool which came up to about his waist waved his hands about enthusiastically in the water.  I think in his mind he was ‘swimming’ hahahaha.

And then ZOMG.  He suddenly thought it was a good idea to crawl in the pool and dropped to his hands and knees.  Fatty quickly yanked him up but he was spluttering, face all red, with water dripping from his mouth, clearly having drank a mouthful hahaha.

After that he was scared to go in again!  He clung to Fatty and whined.  We were worried this would give him a water phobia so I told Fatty to sit with him at the pool edge and just let him dangle his feet in the water.

He actually calmed down pretty quickly and took to the water again!  Waving his arms around and convincing himself he was swimming hahahaha.

The float that he loved on ground?  He hated sitting in it omg.

I don’t think it was fear or anything, but on the float he was sitting above water when all he really wanted was to be in the water, swimming. *cough*

So for most of the time Fatty had to carry him around like a giant float lolol.

When it was time to go, we lifted him up out of the pool, much to his displeasure. #babyangst

Wiped him off, and put him down on the ground. And this is what he did.

HAHAHAHA T___________T

If Fatty had not reached the pool first, Fighter would probably have dunked in and drank more water. Some more at the end you can see him grabbing Fatty’s nipple FHL HAHAHAHAHA.

Pulled him out and again he did his usual toddler tantrum of arching back and crying but he stopped after I told him we’ll bring him back next weekend lolol.

Happy baby is happy again. 😀

And then the next morning, he insisted on bringing his float with him to bathtime.