Before kids, I didn't really care for Hotel swimming pools.
Over chlorinated, rogue hairs floating amok,
dirty pool decks and obnoxious kids.
Now?
It's why we pay ridiculous amounts of money to
stay somewhere other than the comforts of our home.
We just got back from Cannon Beach, but forget the Beach.
We only saw the pool....and ate...and swam....and ate..and swam.
We may have actually logged more time in the pool, than we did sleeping.
I'm just sayin'.
Meet "no fear" and "too young to have fear":
I'm convinced Charlie feels more at home floating in water
than anywhere else.
Even as a fussy baby, if he was floating, he was silent and completely content.
And this guy. We had to put water wings on him because he thinks he
is invincible and does not want help from anyone.
Charlie even figured out how to float all by himself!
Oh, and here is Haystack Rock.
Thankfully, it was right outside our room, otherwise, we
may not have even seen it this trip!
And today, I saw flashes of my future of raising fearless boys:
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