We got home today later than I wanted, some work bs esploded and I had targeted 4-4:30 to pick up the Human but unfortunately it was more like 5:45. She was tired. She wanted the pool, she wanted to sleep, she wanted to eat what the fuck I could not tell? So, pool it is. She had a bit of a snit about bb, we’ve been through this, at least beckie has. blah blah blah finally I grabbed her and despite the torrent of complaints we settled in slowly and gently and started having good pooltime fun. complaints, fun, complaint, bb, fun, complaints. I realized at this point it was not personal but I wanted to be a good dad and make up for the 1.45hr I planned to spend together but had to give up to the Man. We, meaning she, were about to crack but then a bee hovered low across the pool and for about 20 seconds it was pure fascinaion, until the bee buzzed off and the wave of the meltdown returned. well long story short bb got in the pool with us, and soon it was like some bad outtake of Titanic, G was hauling this heavy-ass blankey across the pool, slipping, getting pulled under. Eventually after much back-and-forth cause the baby while tired will not turn down a good time, we got out. And then she hauled bb lifeguard-style to the porch <cue Baywatch theme song>. At one point she tripped and started crying, but G believes in never leave a bb behind. Could be worse, tenacity and loyalty are great traits in a little girl.

The night did not get better. We ate, we mellowed out, we went for a bike ride, we took a bath, but sometime tinyHuman is just cranky and its just bad timing, not a dad-hating thing. She is still a little afraid of me and the pool – yesterday we dunked on purpose for just a sec but it seems to have scared the crap out of her. She was good for the rest of the session, but seemed to be extra cautious today. It will pass. 2 days with Dad and then a day with Mom will make her a better swimmer.