Swimming season has officially begun (it was one hundred degrees today), and so the girls have started swim lessons during the week. Last year I left Edwin with Rere at home and participated in the lessons with the girls since Sophia was only two.
This year, however, both are old enough to have lessons without my presence, so Edwin gets to come to the pool with us and have swim time with me. Last year when we started taking Edwin swimming, I'd dunk him a few times every time we went swimming so he wouldn't be scared by going under the water. He was young enough to not know the difference, and so the strongest reaction he ever had was surprise.
So this year when I plunged him under the water, he looked around, wiped his face, and then broke out in a wide grin. And he hasn't looked back. Now, at the ripe old age of seventeen months, he practically belly-flops off the side of the pool into the vicinity of my arms, often regardless of my nearness. The last time we went to the pool, he thought it was great fun to flop himself into the baby pool face-first and then wait, quietly floating, until I came over to give him my hand so he could stand up.
I'm happy that he's so comfortable with the water, but he has no natural caution to keep him safe and I have to watch him like a hawk. And I think he makes the lifeguards incredibly nervous too. But when it comes to his turn for swim lessons I think we can skip the part about putting his head under the water.