"Swim", said the mother. "We swim", said the three..

We went swimming in Rob and Lynda's neighborhood pool. I didn't even pack a swimsuit for this trip (which totally justifies why I needed to purchase a few at the LimeRicki Store later in the week, right? ;) ...right?), so I spent most of the time wading around in the 1 ft depth area with the baby guy.

An opportunity to brag about Grandma Lynda:
How many grandmothers do you know that will still get into a bathing suit and splash around in the pool or sprinklers with their grandchildren---especially without making any self deprecating comments like most women feel inclined to do when donning swimwear? I LOVE this about my mother in law. She loves to just play with her grandkids. We affectionately call her "the cut and paste grandma" because she always has crafts and projects and playdough for the kids to get messy with. She is not afraid of paint. She doesn't freak out when a kid pukes on the carpet, draws on the wall, clogs the toilet, poops in her tub, attempts to kill her fish (ahem Corbin), breaks a bowl (ahem Corbin again) or does any of the gross and naughty things that children often do. She lets kids be kids, she nurtures them, entertains them, and she plays right along with them.
Anyway, it ended up being no problem that I was without a suit and we were short a few dads at the pool, because Grandma Lynda got right in and played in the water with the little ones. We love her.


This was the start of Corbin's obsession with Preston's Cars toys. He spotted Lightening MacQueen on his bucket and the concept of 'sharing' instantly became chimerical. (How cute is Sophia's pink tutu swimming suit?)

Corbin prefered looting everyone's pool bags over swimming. I'd like to say he's a genius for knowing when to strike and waiting until everyone was in the pool before making the rounds, but as you can see in the picture, he favored the "diet chips" over pretzels, chocolate, and cheetos, sooo.

"did someone say cheetos?"

There's my girl.