Finally! The kiddie pool is in full effect.
Theo wasn’t as excited about the whole situation as I had hoped. I was picturing squeals of delight. I was envisioning candy-colored childhood memories. What I got was a few tears which faded into compliance which morphed into a quiet intensity.
(Must. Kick. Water.)
In the end, however, I count the experience as a success. It was a success for me because I pulled on my first bathing suit since a small person exited my body and left the house. Granted, it was a one-piece and we were in the backyard, but still. Baby steps. And it was a success for Theo because in the end, he cried when I took him out of the pool. He liked it!