84 Degrees

The water in Upper Silver Lake is 84 degrees! I think that might be some type of record. So suffice it to say we've been swimming quite a bit. Those, "It's too cold!" excuses for sure don't work now. I even plopped my chair in the water last week; that's when you know the temps are heavenly. It's the perfect time to continue working with Brighton on getting acclimated with the water, and we've been mostly successful. He's jumping into the lake off the dock and off the boat, but he won't put his feet on the bottom in just a few inches of water. He's kinda like his mama that way. Sand on my toes is great, anything else is tough for me to handle. To catch him off the dock standing there on top of weeds and crunchy shells was pure sacrifice, and I would only ever do it for my son.

I am shocked to report he hasn't fallen in yet. I am just waiting for that to happen, and (don't worry Oma) I'm ready to scoop him up when he does. In the meantime, 84 degrees is sure fun.