Today we went to a swimming party at our friends Danny and Christine's house. When we told Malcolm we were going, he declared "I love parties!" (He's big on enthusiastically declaring his love for things these days). Then he told us, "I need to go fwimming. I need to put on my best and my babing soup."
But when we got to Danny and Christine's, Scott convinced Malcolm not to wear his "best," but instead to wear a pair of "swimmies" (or floaties or bubbles or whatever you choose to call them). Usually he wants to wear his life vest and have one of us "float him," but today Scott encouraged him to float by himself. And eventually, Malcolm was swimming by himself.
So the little boy who while he's in the pool usually, for extra security, wraps his arms and legs around whoever is supporting him was declaring "Don't touch me! Get away from me! I want to fwim by myself!"
Lovey Time!!
14 years ago
