First Swim This Summer

Two weekends ago, we were invited to my brother-in-law's birthday at their home. All the kids were excited to go swimming because the past few weeks since mid-February had been very, very hot.

While his brothers immediately plunged in the pool, we placed James' stroller near it and let him watch first while we finish his tube-feeding session. (His feeding bag and pump were strapped inside the backpack behind the stroller).

See how excited our little boy is!

James was already perspiring about 10 minutes later so hubby dressed him in trunks and handed him to me in the water. As always, James was so happy to go swimming. There, I can just support his head while he lay face up and kick his feet and legs with delight.

James with Mom and brother Josh

Overall, it was such a nice afternoon :)

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