It's really been a relatively mild spring for us. While we're usually hankering for the pool by May, this year our April has felt uncommonly cold. Today we were only in the 60°s, but the kids begged to go to the opening of the pool season, so we headed out there for a "polar plunge." It was a memorable FHE activity (that Rachel missed because she went driving with Grandpa, who was heading out to teach some temple prep lessons). Only Benjamin, Zoë, and Alexander really wanted to get in. The rest of us just stayed in our street clothes (though I did pack swimming suits for me and Phoebe, just in case we changed our minds).
Benjamin was the first to jump in. He was very happy that the diving board was back up (it was broken for most of last year). Zoë was next to go off the diving board. Benjamin really swam just fine, despite the shock of the water, but Zoë was struggling a bit to remember how to swim, with it being her first time back in the pool and having it be rather chilly.
One of her favourite things to do is stand on a high surface and leap off, hoping someone will catch her (whether or not anyone is actually ready to do so), so naturally she thought jumping off the wall was a very good game.
She had a good time for the short time that she stayed in the pool.
I think we stayed for twenty minutes, total, which was long enough! Here are my poor freezing children getting ready to head home (aided by a non-freezing Miriam and their non-freezing father):
Now, I will throw in the caveat here that this wasn't really a polar plunge. It just felt like one because we're in the south and we think that pool water—like our ocean water—should feel like bath water. But I grew up in Canada and my swim team trained outdoors and my mom didn't feel (very) bad at all about making me swim every day even when I was cold and jittery because it was not warm.
Here you can see that in Vancouver in July and August, the average high is 72°F: