So Sam and Ben LOVE to swim. Like l-o-v-e LOVE to swim. And I love that they love to swim. Because *I* love to swim. Except I can never remember my bathing suit when I go to their house. Like ever.
(It's a problem.)
But anyway. Whenever they want to swim, which is approximately 12 times a day, I'm left poolside with Coco. AKA WILD BABY WATERBEAST.
Coco has no fear of the water. Zilch. She will walk over to the side and jump in before I can blink. So short of tethering her to my chair, I try to find other ways to distract her from the fact that water is behind her.
(Ignore her hair. She'd just gotten up from a nap, and I hadn't braved her curls yet.)
Ah, sunscreen. How I love thee. You occupied the toddler.
So while Sam and Ben were having a ball swimming, Coco was having a ball smearing globs of sunscreen all over herself, my legs, my shoes, and the chair.
Hey, whatever works, right?