The things about "firsts"

The best things about "firsts" is that they are, in fact, the very first time and they are so special. The sad thing about "firsts" is that they are, in fact, the very last time they are "firsts"

On Memorial Day weekend I went swimming for the first time at my mema's house. She has a nice sized swimming pool and I didn't have to share it with anyone!


It was hot and humid (but what's new?!) and papa put on a special diaper and cover up and took me over to check out this pool they were talking about.

If pictures could talk....

Needless to say I was NOT impressed, and NOT happy about being dipped in the cold water! I am used to having my bath at a warm 97 degrees, not 80 like the swimming pool was.

Papa held me close and tried to get me to enjoy the water. It didn't work too well until momma came in and held me nice and close to her. But I was still very happy to get out of the water.

Momma thinks I was just too tired to enjoy the swim, and boy was she right!