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swimming in the deep end

ignoring the dinner dishes

Last night after dinner, we ignored the dishes and headed down to the stream. I've been itching to take Ruby down there for quite awhile, because I had the feeling she was ready to really enjoy the water. To really swim. The last time I'd been down there with her, she was still pretty shy, only exploring the shallows, not ready to swim in the depths.

rhubarb

Last night, was a different story. Before we even made it to the stream crossing, she was already in and completely wet.

Then Dan started throwing her a stick, just barely into the deep water. She went bounding after it not even phased when her feet stopped touching the rocky bottom and she started to swim.

tireless

wake

She'd bring the stick back to shore, stand as close as she could to the nearest human and shake.

find the closest human. stand very close to them. shake.

Then she'd sit there whining. She'd look at Dan. Look at the stick. Look upstream where she wanted him to throw it. The communication was uncanny. Over and over and over again he played with her. Deeper. Farther. Bigger sticks.

She never tired.

too old to play along

We gave in first.

"We" meaning–me, Dan, Emma, Mary. Elizabeth could have stayed all night.

she knows how to cool off

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I'll back later this afternoon–power blogger that I am—with a review and giveaway. Stay tuned!

ignoring the dinner dishes

Last night after dinner, we ignored the dishes and headed down to the stream. I've been itching to take Ruby down there for quite awhile, because I had the feeling she was ready to really enjoy the water. To really swim. The last time I'd been down there with her, she was still pretty shy, only exploring the shallows, not ready to swim in the depths.

rhubarb

Last night, was a different story. Before we even made it to the stream crossing, she was already in and completely wet.

Then Dan started throwing her a stick, just barely into the deep water. She went bounding after it not even phased when her feet stopped touching the rocky bottom and she started to swim.

tireless

wake

She'd bring the stick back to shore, stand as close as she could to the nearest human and shake.

find the closest human. stand very close to them. shake.

Then she'd sit there whining. She'd look at Dan. Look at the stick. Look upstream where she wanted him to throw it. The communication was uncanny. Over and over and over again he played with her. Deeper. Farther. Bigger sticks.

She never tired.

too old to play along

We gave in first.

"We" meaning–me, Dan, Emma, Mary. Elizabeth could have stayed all night.

she knows how to cool off

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I'll back later this afternoon–power blogger that I am—with a review and giveaway. Stay tuned!

10 comments on “swimming in the deep end”

  1. How did Ruby get so big already!And we’ve got a little nudist around here, too. I see no reason to cover up a bottom that cute. (Although I do insist on clothes…sometimes:-))enjoy the weekend, molly!

  2. We just finished reading the On the Banks of Plum Creek and the photos remind me of the story of the deep area of the creek where Mary and Laura were not allowed to go.

    Looks like a fun way to cool off.

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