"... long about a Saturday night. Rub-a-dub, just relaxing in the tub, thinking everything was alright..." Love this old Bobby Darin song. It's been ringing in my head for a while :) Anyway, Chubbs did just that! Splishing and splashing in his own private pool on a Saturday evening :)
Since my M-I-L's apartment at The Berth has been leased out, we decided to blow up the inflatable pool we bought some time back, and let Chubbs play in the garden. We suited him up in his bathers, and dunked him in. As you can imagine, he had great half hour playing with water. I like this arrangement because I know the water's clean, and it is not crazily chlorinated. I can breathe easy :)
He had his bath toys, some balls and a jug for company (since Fuzzy and I can't fit in the pool). We created a fountain/waterfall effect by continuously scooping the water into the jug and pouring it out from above. Chubbs had fun trying to "catch" the falling water, and clapping when the water fell between his hands, in turn splashing his face. He especially loves hitting the water surface with his hands, and letting the water splash on his face again. He really enjoys that!
A little mishap as we were about to dry him up, though. Chubbs made an impromptu decision to lie down on his back, Fuzzy's grip was not tight enough, and our baby ended up dunking his whole head and face backwards in the water. We got Chubbs out, he shook it off, and continued playing with water still in his eyes. He was seemingly unfazed by the incident.
We'll have to be more careful next time :/
