Clay Turns Six

... six months, that is.

To celebrate, we took Clay up to the pool with our neighbors Eric and Mary and their son and daughter, and then had a cook-out back at our place.

While at the pool, I wasn't being as careful as I should be and Clay got away from me for a moment, going under for a split second. Normally, we have a little countdown and I blow in his face to get him to hold his breath before putting his face in. This time, the training wheels were off and he went into the drink all by himself, sans warning. I had him back out in a split second and, short of a little snorting, he was fine -- but it scared the bejeebers out of me.