(Sorry for not giving you time to guess.)
Little miss wasn't entire sure about the water. She loved changing into her swimsuit. But once I put her in the water I got this bland baby. She didn't laugh, she didn't cry, she didn't make any face whatsoever. Totally blank. It was like she was a pod person. It really threw me off because she LOVES baths. You'd think she would love all water. Nope. Dumb assumption.
Put her in a pool and you get an empty shell of a being.
You'd think with the adorable swim diaper and even cuter swimsuit, she would be all smiles. And she was! Who wouldn't smile when they were wearing a hot pink one piece with an adorable pineapple on the front and ruffles on the sides? I know I would. I'd smile so hard.
And so did Endsley. She continued to be her normal, happy self up until I put her in the water. I stood her up in the shallow end. And then I got this:
What IS that face?!
Maybe the water was too cold. Or maybe we screwed up by not bringing her bath toys. I'm not entirely sure. But that face stuck around the entire time we were in the pool.
I, however, had a lot of fun in the water! A lot more fun than Endsley did. Is that sad? I loved watching her reaction to the water, staring at the reflections of light in the pool, and trying to figure out what in the world we were doing. I also loved the water. I hadn't been swimming all summer since I was a giant whale. It felt awesome to be in a big pool again.
After about 20 or so minutes I decided it was time to change her back into her regular clothes and have some boobs (milk). Except no one calls it milk anymore. Chris, along with myself and my mother, now call it boobs. "Endsley, do you want some boobs?" Don't ask me how it got started. I honestly don't know. But Endsley eats boobs. I really hope she never picks that up when she starts talking...
Up until this point in time, we were alone at the pool. It only makes sense that someone would come into the pool when I'm trying to feed my child some boobs. In comes a woman in her late 50's and her son, who is MR. This makes for an interesting feeding session. The woman is clearly all kinds of pissed off that I'm breastfeeding out in public. I mean, I wasn't just hanging everything out there for the world to see. I had my nursing cover and a towel draped over us. Maybe she didn't want to explain to her son why there was a baby underneath a blanket? I dunno.
Whatever the reason - this woman decided to stare. me. down. The entire time I was feeding Endsley. Literally. I think we accidentally locked eyes at least twice. '
Let me say this again, I was NOT showing anything off here. The look I was getting from this woman wasn't the kind where she was just trying to figure out what I was doing or trying to catch a glimpse of Endsley. This was a "you need to go somewhere else, now" kind of look.
Chris went over to this last and said hello, she completely ignored him. It was so weird. I felt like we were intruding on her personal pool. Luckily Endsley finished eating and fell asleep so we could leave.
It was beyond weird. Other than that, the pool was really nice! Endsley stayed asleep for hours after our pool time. It was amazing. Suddenly, I'm starting to wish we went to the pool everyday.
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