You know those little outdoor pools for babies? The kind you blow up
with a bicycle pump by mouth because your stupid bicycle pump broke and now you feel a little bit lightheaded? That’s where we’re camped out most days in the summer time.
Aside: We call it a kiddie pool. I told my niece H that she could play in the kiddie pool when she came over. When she arrived she looked at it inquisitively and asked “Aunt Kayla? Where are all the kitties?” My nieces are really cute kids.
Anyhow, while it IS hot here mostly we spend so much time in the pool because Scarlette LOVES the water. I have no idea where she got this from because I hate being in the water. I enjoy being next to the water. Or possibly looking at the water from a distance.
Except given my daughter’s love of the water and my husband’s total enthusiasm for that, he’s decided that this year we should go to the neighborhood pool. We’ve been to the neighborhood pool twice since we moved in three years ago. This is how babies change your life, people. One minute you’re camped out on your back deck leisurely reading your favorite Amish fiction novel and the next you’re changing dirty diapers and being forced against your will to the neighborhood pool.
I do want Scarlette to have a love of the water though so I am indulging my husband in this whole “going to the neighborhood pool” thing. Next year Scarlette and I will be taking “Mommy & Me” swim lessons so I may as well get my feet wet, no pun intended. Except that I did totally intend it. And when I say “mommy and baby swim lessons” I really mean mommy and baby. Because I don’t know how to swim. Which you know, explains that whole “don’t like being in the water thing.” It’s not really being in the water that I dislike as the whole issue of not knowing how to get out of it.
But seeing as I’d like to be a responsible parent who isn’t neurotically anxious anytime her child is near water deeper than I can stand in, conquering this fear is something that I kind of have to do.
What I do not have to do though is show up at the neighborhood pool in a swimsuit that no longer fits me since my baby rearranged my body and did not put everything back where it belongs when she was finished using it. So I was in the market for a new swimsuit. One that said “I’m a mom, but still sort of sexy, except I’ve never actually been sexy because I look like I’m in middle school, and also please don’t throw me in the pool because I don’t know how to swim, thanks.” So really what I was looking for was a sandwich board. And a cover up.
Old Navy asked me to look over their swimwear selections, see what best suited me and talk about that. I think Old Navy got a bit more than they bargained for with this post.
Dear Old Navy,
I picked out one similar to this in navy blue with a bandeau top rather than a triangle top because A) I am currently obsessed with all things navy blue and B) I read somewhere once that ruffled bandeau tops help make your chest look larger. Truthfully nothing short of a skilled surgeon is going to make my post-baby chest look larger but at least I don’t look like Tori Spelling in this one.
Okay, and also Scarlette and Jeff both have navy and white swimsuits and I confess to thinking it would be cute for us to all match in the photos that will go in our family album (aka not on the internets). I know. I’m THAT mom again.
Thank you again to Old Navy for sponsoring my post. I was compensated for this post as a member of Clever Girls Collective, but the content is all my own.Pin It