Once upon an evening Joe decided to hose down my dad's tool he borrowed (good choice) and Kate--our hands-on helper- was really wanting her turn...
so she got it...
"aaahhhhh," in her eeny meeny voice...
big brother was not far behind...
oh, it was fun....
it was tons of fun...
we even had substantial prunes on the fingers....
and look who else was there...
along with his "man hands..."
and those baby blues...without any edit mind you...
(doesn't he just look so yummy!!! )
and we lived happily ever after.
This was pretty much how our whole summer was. There was no adjusting to a new baby. No 3 year old--what do you call those--blues/total tantrums?? No living out of a suitcase (which i'm sure my parents would have preferred--lessen the amount of junk that follows us where ever we go.) No child that started kindergarten. Oh no. Our summer was this. (At least in little bursts--or burst. However little it was!)