Moomsie and Fafa came up to visit this weekend. On Saturday the weather was beautiful, so we decided to pack up and head to the park for a bit of fun and sun. And kite flying...
*Good job, Daddy, it's up!
After that, we headed down to the cute little stream that runs through the park. While Mooms was looking for fossils, Sophie was hunting earthworms and roly polies and throwing rocks in the water. With each plop, we'd hear, "Wow, look at that giant splash, Mama! It was the huge-est!"
From behind us, we heard Fafa say, "Hey, Sophie! You wanna join me out on this rock?" (We looked over and Sophie was thrilled to see him out standing in the middle of the stream.)
She exuberantly yelled, "OKAY!"
And fastasthat! before I could even process what was happening, she proceeded to jump/belly-flop out into the water. Face-first.
The look on poor dad's face was priceless.
Sophie stood up and turned around, giving me and mom a look like, "Holy glaciers! What just happened?" Totally stunned (from the brain cells she had just frozen), she just stood there - unable to process the instructions we were giving her about how to just walk back out. Come. Forward. Sophie. We kept saying it.
Nope. Not happening. I finally had to go in and fish the little popsickle out. (While Russ stood by documenting the event in pictures.)
She was shivering. And muddy and a tad deflated. So we stripped her down...
And while Russell went back to the house to grab her some dry clothes, she happily joined Fafa out on his rock in the sunshine.
Oh, yes. We did get a few looks. I'm quite sure all the park-goers walking by thought, "What kind of lunatic mother lets her child swim in the creek this time of year? In her underwear?!"
Our kooky little Sophie - she certainly gives new meaning to "up a creek", doesn't she?
But at least one of us was totally unconcerned with what anyone else thought.