I declined. I am Shane's 'sun-screen.'
Basically, I burn before his skin notices the sun is out.
It happened again today. The back of my neck started to heat up, and I knew it was time to go. I put some aloe on earlier, but the damage was done. Shane doesn't have a speck of pink on him. He gets that from Carrie. On the other hand, I have lily white Irish skin that doesn't tan so much as it cooks. Cloudy or clear.
We had a great time, though. Shane has no fear of the water. We even went in the big pool.
1) Shane is strong enough he can pull himself up and out of the pool. No steps required.
2) He will then run straight for the deep end.
Thankfully, Daddy is faster at 1 and 2 than Shane is. The booger tried it a couple of times. I tried to teach Shane a lesson by letting him wade into water he couldn't keep the bottom of his head above. Shane may like the pool, but he refuses to let his head go below water. When his head does hit H2O he wont' hold his breath either. I figured once he realized what deeper water entailed he would lose interest or even show a healthy amount of preservation instinct.
Shane walked until he mouth was under the water, took a mouthful, and started hacking. Daddy immediately rescued him, patted him on the back, and then Daddy had to pull the crazy child back as he tried to wade into deeper water again!
No lessons were learned today (other than "The big pool is fun, too!").
Actually, wait. There was one lesson I learned. Shane's diapers can hold half a gallon of water.
I had swim diapers with me, but I didn't bother to change Shane right away. The diaper ballooned up until it looked like there was an armadillo crammed in the boys pants (and it was ready to burst out)! Hilarious!
I could only take a quick pick, because Shane was charging off as usual.
It was a good day.
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