Saturday, June 4, 2011

Pool Time.

I took Tess to the YMCA pool twice this week. This is how that works: I lather her up with sunscreen and stick her under an umbrella while I try to get some sun on my ghostly legs. But instead of relaxing at all, I am out of my chair every few seconds to keep her from following a runaway beach ball into the pool or claiming other kids' toys, snacks, and shoes as her own. Each time I take something away from her she dissolves into a loud, body-tense, my-world-is-over tantrum. There are lots and lots of loud tantrums these days. She doesn't understand why strangers' things aren't her things too. And she doesn't understand why I try to torture her by taking her into the water when her forehead gets hot with sweat. She clings to me like a wet cat. 

In just those two days, her skin has turned from a light buttery caramel to a dark brown-sugar caramel. (Shouldn't all babies' skin tones be described in terms of baked goods?) My legs remain ghostly white. And even though she runs me ragged, I want to eat her up. 


Nekos Barnes said...

This post makes me very happy and very jealous. While I am slaving away at the office, you two are soaking up the sun. I must find away to use my lunch break to put my feet in the pool with you two.

Lil Muse Lily said...

and look at those legs! she is too cute. i love those white creases on the inside of her arms. Lily has them too.

p.s- your husband's comment above is too sweet

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