When we were packing for Austin, I realized that the bottoms of my swimsuit had gone missing. I looked everywhere for them but they were no where to be found. This really irritated me, not because I had my heart set on getting in a pool on our trip, but because I seriously only wore that swimsuit once or twice after I bought it last year!
In case you're wondering, yes, I only have one swimsuit. I guess technically I have three, but two are cute little string bikinis from the year that I got married when I weighed, oh, thirty pounds less than I do now. They are definitely not something that I would wear now! I refuse to buy more, or even spend more than $30 on a bathing suit because bathing suits bring me no joy. They are merely reminders of how fat I am and make me feel bad about myself. I hate that I have to have one to get into the pool, and even when I do have one, I still rarely venture out.
If only I could look this cute in my swimsuit, I'd have not a care in the world!
I sure do love that scowly baby. His swimsuit was purchased from the Gap several months ago and is still a bit too big. Luckily summers here are long, so it will probably fit by the end. I need to find him a coordinating rash guard still. His swimsuit cost about what mine did, and I have no problem with that because he looks cute in it and that madras plaid on his skinny little butt brings me much joy. This is how I determine if things are worth the money!
We actually wandered into Walmart after church today where I bought a new tankini that had a solid brown bottom. This way I can switch it with the top I already had and it looks like I have TWO suits.
I swear if I ever get skinny I'm going to have 20 bathing suits.
Anyway, since I had a whole suit now, we went to the pool for the first time this year. It was 110 today, so it was time. The boy enjoyed it a lot more than he did last year. We taught him to stick his face in the water and blow bubbles, which he loved. We also worked on getting him to jump in from the edge.
I had the brilliant idea of modeling this for him, so after my husband put away the camera I got out, stood next to him, and jumped in. Unfortunately, I forgot to take off my makeup after church, so immediately my mascara started to run into my eyes and it BURNED. I went over to the steps and proceeded to try and wipe it off. My husband came over and set the baby on the steps as well. He crawled on the steps behind me, where I couldn't see him (not that I could with my stinging eyes anyway) but since my husband was facing me, he could. Sure enough, as I'm sitting there attempting to wipe my eyes with the skirt of my fat girl suit, I hear my husband shout and lunge toward me. I turned around and the baby was COMPLETELY UNDER WATER, frantically paddling.
Scariest freaking moment of my life.
I grabbed him (I was in arms reach thankfully) and he just sat there for a second, stunned. After a moment he gasped for air and started to cry. He was only under for about half a second, but it just goes to show you how freaking fast it can happen. I'm so thankful he's okay but my husband got a stern talking to about keeping him in arm's reach when it's obvious that I'm not paying attention.
We stayed in the pool after that because I didn't want him to associate it with being scary by getting out right after that. Kind of that whole "get back on the horse" thing. Luckily little boys bounce and he was giggling and splashing in no time. I'll admit that it took me a bit longer to not feel completely shaken up by it.
Labels: Bubba, husband, shopping