Mom was doggedly determined to make some progress on our stacks of boxes from the move over the weekend. She actually did get through quite a number of them, but there are still stacks and stacks in the garage and my office (I desperately need some additional shelf space).
As part of my contribution, I took the boys swimming for a bit. We hadn’t been for a while because Charles had managed to bang up both of his big toes in to fairly bloody messes. I didn’t want him in the pool or pond until most of the scabs had healed up. He looked good enough on Sunday to head out so off we went.
I now let Corwin go off basically unsupervised. He knows how to swim and there are life guards so I’m not overly worried. It’s Charles who’s scary. I thought I’d mentioned this before, but apparently not — Charles has no fear of water (as Erica discovered). Soap, now, that is scary, but water is fine. Charles thinks nothing of jumping off the side of the pool in to water way over his head. It’s always an intense bonding experience to take Charles to the pool.
Charles primarily likes to jump in to the water. Now and then he’ll have me hold his tummy while he “swims” around but mainly it’s jumping. During the last outing, Charles started to jump from about 1 foot back from the edge of the pool. Of course, Charles can’t do a standing jump of one foot so he’d tend to wrench my arms as I caught him to prevent impact. I tried to work on him to start from a bit closer to the edge but it was working for him so why change?
We left after about an hour. It had seemed scorching when we left but the boys (especially Charles) had gotten too chilled to continue. It wasn’t as long as Mom had hoped but she had made some progress.