Howdy,
Riah Surf Hawes, in his thirteenth month, was feeling it today.
I took the boys for a swim, and he seemed to decide it was a good day to walk and swim, all at once. In the pool with me, Riah was having a great time, comfortable in the water and opening his mouth and putting his face in without too much coughing on it. Really, he did well.
Then in the hot tub he had the steps and seat all around the edge to explore and keep himself up, under my close watch of course. But my being close just meant that he’d try to launch himself at me.
Like, smile, step, and face full of water: not unlike his swimming older brothers.
Riah also likes to get tossed up into the air in the pool. It’s one … two … THREE … and heavy toward the sky. I suppose then that the title of this post could have been “Walk, swim, fly, why not?” But I catch him, so he’s not really flying.
Not today.
Maybe tomorrow.
Today was only about learning to walk and swim at the same time.
—Billy
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