It turns out that when it’s approximately 185 degrees outside, and there is a gentle slope into the water, Margaret is very happy to go swimming.
We had tried to put her in the water last weekend, in a swimming pool, and though she didn’t really complain, exactly, she also didn’t really seem to be enjoying herself, since the moment she came near the edge, she started reaching frantically for it.
But on Monday, we went out to a lake, and she thought it was marvelous. So marvelous, in fact, that she wanted to run deeper and deeper into the water, which was ever so much fun, as I hadn’t been expecting her to want to swim much, and so was only equipped for wading.
Luckily, after much walking up and down the beach on our part, we were rescued by a grandmother and a great-aunt, who were willing to turn themselves into a fence. This intervention also meant that I could take some pictures, because strangely, I had not been particularly interested in the combination of my camera and the wriggly, attempting-to-plunge-into-deep-water baby.
Margaret appreciated it.
In her corral, she got to try out splashing,
And she stood up for a bit,
But it wasn’t as exciting as she’d thought, because it somewhat curtailed her splashing opportunities.
I think that the upshot of this is that I will be taking her swimming more often this summer. Outdoors. In the heat. Oh boy.
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