We wanted to do something special before school starts next Wednesday. Granted, it wasn't exotic or unique, but going to the water park WITH Daddy has a certain desirable quality that makes it all pretty darn exciting. Somehow, whenever Ben's around, things are about 90% more fun than they would've been without him. He's a keeper...for a good time (IF you know what I mean, heh, heh).
When I wasn't saving Lincoln's life from his older brothers trying to drown him--because he only did ONE thing the ENTIRE TIME, i.e. splash his brothers in the face--I relaxed on a lounger and watched five mothers with their newborn babies, FIVE, all around me.
Boy, it's hard to go to a public pool with a newborn, with or without other children in tow. Bless those women. They were so sweet and nurturing and beautiful as they nursed away in their cute bathing suits.
Things like that make me proud to be a women. We really ARE pretty amazing, aren't we?
Anyway, I was stroking the back of Sam's hair, running my fingers up from the nape of his neck, just relaxing, and thought to myself, I better figure out what to do with this boy's hair or else he might end up looking like our new friend from the lazy river.
Oh dear, that was awful. I couldn't help myself. It was too funny. I was dying inside as I pretended to take pictures of the kids AROUND Mr. Mullet-Man, when really, I was out to catch him unawares.
I'm sure he's a nice guy. Really. And I hope he has a sense of humor, but then again, guys with mullets usually do, don't you think?