Big Glen holds baby Glen in our pool two years ago.
The first time that Glen V visited our backyard pool, he was a mere three months old.
Kelly makes sure baby G is secure.
His parents, the ever-lovely Kelly and Glen IV, had to do everything for the tiny tyke.
Now let’s fast-forward two years.
Little G jumps into Glen’s arms from the waterfall.
Glive (as we like to call him) is fun in the sun! He and his parents visited my younger son and I last week, and we had a swell time.
Kelly guides Glive.
Fortunately, little Glen was wearing his Puddle Jumpers, so we didn’t have to worry about him sinking. It was cool watching him and marveling at how far he’s come since his first time in our pool.
The Sting Ray looks like the same one, but it’s not.
This was a more-confident Glivester kicking his legs trying to swim, jumping into his dad’s arms, and squirting his mom with a water gun.
Of course, he did have his terrible twos moments, which resulted in him going into time out (at least he got to enjoy his snack, though; food always soothes the cranky Frankies, as we liked to call them way back when).
Double Glen love!
Other than that, it seemed like he’s learning to enjoy all the freedom that growing up brings.
Slam dunk time for my baby boy.
Before we know it, little Glen will be just like this guy in the pool!