Although I am proud of my Irish and Scandinavian heritage, I am incapable of spending any amount time in the sun without inadvertently summoning my inner oompa-loompa. Once, when I was trying to even out my tan lines in preparation for my strapless wedding dress, I went to a tanning booth for two minutes. Within hours, I burned and peeled. Two minutes! That’s all it took to get a few steps closer to melanoma.
Naturally, with our genes (Dan is a red-headed Norseman), Shef has skin that is pretty much translucent. Last summer I barely let him out of the house during the daylight hours. This summer, I’ve discovered something that will let him splash in the wading pool to his heart’s content:

Yes, it’s a full-body swimsuit with built in SPF 50. I borrowed this one from my cousin, who invited us over for an afternoon of outdoor fun.
Because we’d like Shef to maintain a shred of masculine toddler dignity, I’ve purchased him one in blue and yellow:

He insisted on wearing it for hours this afternoon despite no promise of a pool.
4 comments:
Get that guy a cape!
too cute is mr. shef!
Funny, lh. I was just about to write that he looks like a superhero!
i SHOULD get him a cape. good suggestion, you gals.
anne -- i'm so glad daniel likes the blog. perhaps he should start one??
I do have one, but it's been several weeks since inspiration has hit. The last few entries have been boring.
http://d120h.livejournal.com/
Daniel
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