|Our first bath. It looks like I'm about to strangle him...and his face shows that he knows.|
|Strategically placed rubber duckie. He was a great floater.|
|When we were first starting to float him. He's got the beginnings of a WTF face.|
|That's right, my kid doesn't have any color boundaries. He loves pink tubs, pink toothbrushes, my pink shirts...|
|Our sad little swimming pool in the backyard. Even Desmond knows how sad it is. Poor guy.|
Desmond and his cousin Nico. Nico didn't like hanging out in the water, and especially having Desmond splash him with water. Also, check out the gut on my kid. Is this normal for a 1-year-old boy? Look at Nico's taut, toned stomach.
I'm so lucky that St. Louis has (2 that I know of) awesome little parks with water fountains that kids could splash around in. One was in Yogi Berra park (he's a native of St. Louis) in the Italian district (The Hill) and it's just simple: a water spout coming out from the ground. The other one is in Tower Grove Park (a lovely, lovely park) more ornate and has those hide-and-seek things where water shoots up from a hole in the ground and you don't know where or when it will shoot out next. Des loved both fountains immensely.
The first time we went to the simple fountain, we happened upon it by accident. We were touring The Hill and had just gotten some gelato. I still had 2 more hours before Billy was due back from school and I had seen a little park with some swings as I was looking for a parking space. We went over and found the fountain. I cursed myself for not thinking ahead and packing his swimmies diapers and swim shirt. I looked around. The park was deserted save for a few kids playing soccer in the field. "Screw it." I sat him down on the periphery of the fountain, enough so that his feet would get wet.
|Inching closer and closer...|
|and getting soaked.|
|Done for the day. Isn't his little surf outfit cute?|
What a cheeky kid, eh?