We had Samantha’s birthday party at my great aunt’s house because she has a pool. We got there and the kids headed straight for the pool. Now, when we were there on the fourth for the annual July 4th get together, I tried to talk Samantha into jumping into the deep end without floaties on her arms. She can swim, she’ll go off the diving board with floaties, she’ll even swim in the deep end without the floaties. So since, no one was at the party yet, I had her follow me to the deep end, then told her to jump in. Which of course, she didn’t. She cried, bargained, ect. ect. for a while. I kept telling her she had 2 options, jump in or I throw her in. After 20 minutes, I threw her in. She floated up and realized she could do it. By the time we left the party, she was jumping off the diving board. So yeah, I’m a mean dad, but I accomplished what she was afraid to do. I knew she could do it, and I forced her to do it. And she’s better for it now, At the end of the evening, she was shouting “daddy, I faced my fear” and she’d jump in. Score one for bad parenting. Here’s the pics from the party. Cheri was going to try to get one of her jumping in, but got tired of waiting on her to do it, by the time she realized what was happening, she got the after math. Which is the first pic.
I’m not sure what that look is, but it’s funny.
She got a bunch of Zoobles, whatever those things are. But that is what she wanted. Instead of the traditional cake and ice cream. Cheri took ice cream cones, put ice cream in the bottom of them, and made cupcakes to go on top of the cone. Very yummy and they were a big hit with the family.
And of course, I have to post this picture of Randall jumping in the pool.
Look at that face, lmao. The really funny thing is, I don’t think he knew I was taking this picture, that’s just the face he made. If your reading this mom, make sure Randall see’s it.