Greg and went out to dinner on the first night we were there, and my dad promised the girls that they would go down to the pool at night. They thought that was SO cool. The whole rest of the week, they kept asking if we could go to the pool at night, but with all of the other stuff we had going on, we never did make it back out at night.
With their fears early on of the ocean, we really did spend a good chunk of time at the pool.
Love this picture of Julie, even though the lighting is all screwed up.
At some point toward the middle of the week, my dad managed to get the girls out of the little splash pool and into the big pool. For Emma, this wasn't too big of a stretch, since she had started "swimming" without hanging on us at the water park over the summer. But for Becca, it was huge. Julie wasn't completely won over, and still preferred to spend her time in the big pool sitting on the steps, or having someone holding her.
Apparently he got them in using some pool dolls we have, and doing "rescues" of the dolls. Why don't I think of this stuff?
Once they were swimming, they took them over to the lazy river to let them swim. They loved the lazy river - it got them going pretty fast, especially around the corners. It was pretty crazy.
And then, of course, they stepped up the game again and started jumping to us.
Once they figured out how much fun jumping was, it was all they wanted to do. Julie, who still wasn't really crazy about swimming with someone holding her, went from being the most hesitant on the jumps (from essentially holding her while she jumped) to these crazy far jumps that she'd just throw herself into.
By the last day, Emma and Becca would jump, go under, and "swim" to papa. Lots of movies of that, but not many pictures.
I can't believe how far they came in a week! My little swimmers. I guess we are ready to start up some swimming lessons again.
