The funny thing was, she was over enthusiastic to go to the pool, but bath was now out of the question. She still didn't want to sit in the pool, even though the water was only a foot deep, all she wanted to do was play in the water and dump it out of the pool.
Two weeks ago, we went for the first time to our friend's "big girl" pool, which is about four feet deep. To get in the pool the girls had to use floaties on their arms. She hated them. Obviously, she was not trusting them to keep her head above water as she clung to me like she was an extra limb.
Once she was in the chair, she wanted to lean forward and blow bubbles in the water. Sometimes, she dunked under just a bit, but came up smiling.
Flash forward two weeks. Now, she can't wait to get in the tub.
She holds herself up by her hands, moving back and forth, informing us she is swimming or floating. She slipped a bit, dunked her head under water, and came up coughing/gasping for breath. We thought the love of bathing was now over, but we were wrong. Once she knew she was OK, she was again all smiles and went back to swimming.
Brynne, on the other hand, continues to be fearless. She went into the big pool and wanted to be passed back and forth, free to kick her legs to move, either unaware or just not concerned with not being able to touch the bottom of the pool.
Nearly every day she asks about Abby's pool.