On Wednesday, Colette and I joined some friends on the Columbia river. We hit 95 degrees here in Portland, which was a record high for the day, but it was comfortable and breezy on the river.
Before we left, Colette modeled both of her swimsuits, which her Uncle Ryan and Aunt Jenn gave her.
We decided that she should wear the pink one since it fits her perfectly right now and the octosuit seems like it might still be wearable in a few more months.
She really seemed to enjoy laying under the shady trees and watching the light dance through the leaves.
She even napped for a bit, although she did need her pacifier and to be swaddled before she was willing to fall asleep.
What she didn’t like was the water. I never intended to take her swimming, but I was curious how she would react to having her toes dipped in the water.
Well, let me tell you…she made it abundantly clear that she did not like it! Although the water felt perfectly comfortable to me, Colette’s tiny toes found it shockingly cold. She screamed and cried with a fierceness that is usually reserved for things like getting shots or…well, that’s about the only time I’ve heard her cry like that. Luckily, as with the shots, the crying didn’t last long. She calmed down rather quickly once she realized I wasn’t going to subject her to anymore torture. Maybe we’ll try again next summer.