our little water boy

Tre loved the beach. I wish there was another word that was stronger than love! He would live there if he could! He was not afraid at all, so much so that I WAS afraid! As soon as we would pull up to a beach he would start kicking and flailing screaming "God's Pool!" over and over! (He kept calling the ocean a pool, so to decipher between the two we went with God's pool, and just pool!) Then we would let him loose and he would run as fast as his little legs would carry him straight into the waves! And he would keep running until he sunk or a wave rolled him back to shore! It was crazy! I almost had a heart attack the first time he did it! But he loved it. He would come up laughing and then run in again! He is seriously crazy and I have GOT to get him into swim lessons ASAP before he kills himself!

We had a pool at our house, I thought this would be great... it wasn't! Tre just stood at every window screaming. "poooooooooooolllllll!" and whining all day long! We finally had to close all blinds, and ALWAYS lock the doors! It was sort of nerve racking and rather annoying since the "ocean" view we paid for, and loved so much, was out those windows! 

Here is a video of us trying to calm him down in God's pool. And if you turn it up, at the end he says God's pool!