What a difference a year makes...

Last year at this time this stinkin' baby was two months shy of turning one.

At the pool:

I took chairs and flipped them over to produce a makeshift baby jail. 

Ever so often I would toss snacks, toys, or sippy cups in.

It was all very Wal-Mart baby.

A friend then let us borrow this glorious creation:

It had a door and built in toys. 

We were like country come to town with that thing!

We would go to the pool in the evening and stay until bed time.

Hence the pajamas.

This year we have graduated to the baby pool.

She loves her some baby pool.

However, she sees the big pool.

She sees her brothers in the big pool and it vexes her.

Occasionally she stands at the gate and rattles it. 

Frustrated that she can't get out. 

She gazes longingly at the big pool.

It's all very troubling. 

Especially when this happens:

The ice cream man comes. 

Oh, to be almost two and stuck behind a fence.

It's really just too much for a baby to bear.