By Wyatt Earp | July 1, 2010
As luck would have it, my in-laws’ friends have an in-ground pool. I grew up with a pool in the backyard, but the new house doesn’t lend itself to such creature comforts – what with the electric and phone lines strewn over the yard. So, when we were invited over for a swim the other day, we dove at the chance. Heh, heh, “dove” – I made a funneh.
It was a hot and humid day, and the water was warm. 84 degrees to be exact. I took Kyle and Erik over with the in-laws, and the missus brought the babies after their naps. Any hoo, Kyle and Erik refused to wear their swimmies – the inflatable things that go around their arms. They can both swim, but since the pool’s deep end is about 8-10 feet, I’d rather them wear them.
They patently refused.
(Julia, with my father-in-law.)
I relented and decided that I would just stay near them for the entire day. They immediately went to the diving board and did cannonballs, belly flops, and the infamous “extreme pencil” – where they put their arms over their heads and dive in completely vertical. Don’t know why that’s “extreme,” but what are ya gonna do.
They would come up after diving and start swimming to the ladder. For the first two hours, we were good. Later in the day, they were getting tired and struggling to get to the ladder. That’s where Dad came in. I would tread water in the deep end, wait until they came up and help them to the ladder if they need it. It never got so bad that they needed to put the swimmies on, but as tired as they were, I was tenfold. It’s damned tiring treading water for half hour intervals.
Soon, the babies arrived with the missus, and our version of Freaky Friday commenced. Kevin, who is usually the water baby, wanted nothing to do with the pool. Julia, who usually cries when the sprinkler wets her foot, had a blast, as you can see above. Kevin was content to hand around and wear my straw hat (below). I’m surprised ICE didn’t pick him up and ask for his papers.
Overall, it was a great day, and we were invited back on July 4th – since I have the day off. I hope my legs don’t feel like concrete by then.