While this picture might suggest Liam was passive while Crispin was active in the splash pad park, do not be deceived. Liam was having so much fun experimenting with water (there were plenty of moments when I bit my tongue to avoid explaining about water pressure--a stronghold of Waldorf pedagogy is to allow children to have the scientific experiences when they are young and then to derive the scientific explanations themselves when they are older) that I could never get him still enough to take a picture except when he was taking a break to towel off.
After this, we had a grand time in the Captain Hiram's pool tossing around a cheap Publix nerf football. I was in the deeper water, Crispin on the stairs, Liam very confident and comfortable in the shallow water. They'd throw me hard ones, and I'd jump and dive and go under trying to catch it. The boys would giggle with delight and do their best to catch my return throws. Again, I write this neither in delight nor anguish--this is a change and evolution from when time in the pool with one adult meant one child was always dissatisfied, waiting for me to take him out in the water while the other waited at the safety (perceived by them, not me) of the highest step.
The boys and I had dinner at Captain Hiram's (Great Grandpop is not up to two meetings a day in general). Hiram's now has a lobster tank and game in front. Some of you might know the game where you direct a claw to attempt to pluck a stuffed animal out of a bin of stuffed toys--I think one person in Arkansas once won this game. Now Hiram's has a game where--for higher stakes--you try to pluck a lobster out of the tank with similar claws. If you succeed, you get that lobster for dinner for free. Barbarous, I know, but when in Sebastian. . . Well, we got no free lobster dinner, and Hiram's gets a bit better at separating parents from their money (please don't kick me out until the end of this week!).
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