- When you're the offspring of a beached whale... -

...you're basically destined to mature into a beached whale as well. 

[Sorry, Harp!]

Last week, Grammy's friend Suzanne graciously welcomed us to her backyard pool [wowza!!!]; so of course we plunged in on on the offer! I wasn't sure what Harper would think, since last year she was NOT a fan of being submerged in a huge body of cold water:

But whoop! whoop!, she managed to dip a toe in this year without squealing her brains out!  She really liked riding the dolphin, considering she could escape the water basically completely:

...then every once in a while she was brave enough to stick an appendage under the fountain waterfall!

When it was all said and done, we went out knowing what we knew when we came in: beached whales go' be beached whales fo' LYFE!  #likemotherlikedaughter ... #minusthetwotonbuddingbabybelly

As we were walking to the car, overheard was:
Grammy: "So Harper, which did you like better: the pool or the dogs?"
Harper: *no hesitation whatsoever* "DOGGIES!"

So thanks, Suzanne, for sharing your pool...and your dogs!!! ;) :)