Wednesday, June 06, 2007
At the Pool
Monday evening we went to the pool after dinner. The walk over was nice and warm, which was a little deceiving because once you got wet it felt cold. Nora was smart and just sat at the edge of the pool with her feet dangling in the water. Of course, I was not quite as smart. Brrrrr.
Pierce is a proficient enough swimmer that we just keep an eye on him, but no longer try to stay within arm’s reach. He spent most of the evening dive-bombing the pool. Anna had a surprise up her sleeve. Shortly after we got in the pool she said, “Dad, watch this”, then went completely under the water. I don’t mean just face, I mean actually submerged even with the water wings on. We spent the rest of the evening taking turns going under water.
Pierce, of course, has the most notable story from the evening. After we got out of the pool and getting dried off he said he need to go to the bathroom. Our pool has a couple of small bathrooms, one for each gender. I told him to go ahead and to make sure he closed the door but NOT lock it. A minute or so later a little girl about Pierce’s age came by and said, “umm, your son didn’t close the door.”
I walked over to check on his status and of course I could see his lakes poking out from behind the stall partition. I asked if he was done and he said yes, he’d just had to pee. Then he hopped of the toilet. His rear-end and legs were covered with toilet paper. “Pierce,” I asked, “why are you covered in toilet paper?”. “Because, I thought the seat might be dirty and I layered it in toilet paper before I sat down”.
Good idea, bad timing. He was so wet from the pool that the toilet paper immediately shredded, clumped and adhered to his butt. He had so much on him that when he had a bath when we got home tp was floating up to the surface.
-Eric (Dad)
Pierce is a proficient enough swimmer that we just keep an eye on him, but no longer try to stay within arm’s reach. He spent most of the evening dive-bombing the pool. Anna had a surprise up her sleeve. Shortly after we got in the pool she said, “Dad, watch this”, then went completely under the water. I don’t mean just face, I mean actually submerged even with the water wings on. We spent the rest of the evening taking turns going under water.
Pierce, of course, has the most notable story from the evening. After we got out of the pool and getting dried off he said he need to go to the bathroom. Our pool has a couple of small bathrooms, one for each gender. I told him to go ahead and to make sure he closed the door but NOT lock it. A minute or so later a little girl about Pierce’s age came by and said, “umm, your son didn’t close the door.”
I walked over to check on his status and of course I could see his lakes poking out from behind the stall partition. I asked if he was done and he said yes, he’d just had to pee. Then he hopped of the toilet. His rear-end and legs were covered with toilet paper. “Pierce,” I asked, “why are you covered in toilet paper?”. “Because, I thought the seat might be dirty and I layered it in toilet paper before I sat down”.
Good idea, bad timing. He was so wet from the pool that the toilet paper immediately shredded, clumped and adhered to his butt. He had so much on him that when he had a bath when we got home tp was floating up to the surface.
-Eric (Dad)
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