Pools, Pigs n Beatles

No rest for the bootie. That summarizes our weekend. It was kicked off Friday night with pool time with the Syers. Just the beginning of summer splashin. I swore my hair wouldn't get wet. Yeah right Gwen.

While we're on the subject of pooling it...after the uphill battle that was organized soccer, we were a bit squeamish about dude's first swim lesson on Saturday morning. So much so that I hid in the locker room to avoid being a clingy distraction. Much to my delight (and dismay), he didn't look for me once. Not even a turn of his little noggin. He jumped in the pool into his teacher's arms, obeyed everything she told him to do and had the time of his life. Tim eventually retrieved me from the locker room and we sat together, watching our little man in action. Learning. Without us. He would occasionally turn around with a mile long grin on his face, making sure we could see the progress he was making. Lucky for him, 2 of the 4 kids in his class refused to put their toes in the pool, so he got a whole lot of 1 on 1. This Mama was just grateful that her child was the one with his toes IN the water.

Directly following swim lessons, we headed over to the awesomest park in the world and celebrated our buddy Jack's 2nd b-day. Jackster is 2. Crazy. His super rad party included train rides, petting/chasing farm animals (under close watch from Mom and Dad), watermelon chow fest and big blue bouncing balls. Super fun times for our 3 year old (and for his parents too).

We rounded out the day (after a 2 hour NAP...yes, we've been napping the past few days friends-just when I think he's moved on) with yet another trip to a pool at our girly buddy Emma's house. Stace and I did manage to stay dry for this excursion. No pics. Sorry.

Sunday we went to church and dude showed more evidence of growing up. Just a little bit. He wasn't the LAST one to leave the front of the church for Tot Church. As soon as our preacher announced it was time to go to class, dude screamed, "Let's gooooooooooooooooo!" in his most highest pitched voice and started running. He called for me, smiled as he passed by and joined the Tot Church ranks. Beautiful.

We played in the sprinkler and organized our toy box outside after church (I know, fun right?). I get an unusual amount of joy out of anything being organized, so this was good. Very good. After another FANtastic nap and a jewelry party at a neighbor's house, we packed our belongings and headed to a Beatles concert at Hudson Gardens. The Foremans joined us, along with their hip parents. We ate, drank illegally smuggled beer and danced the night away (well, until 7:45 when it was time to get hyper dude home to hit the sack). It was a lovely night. A lovely weekend really.

Despite the fact that it was Monday, my bootie was more than happy to be seated at my desk all... day...long.

Seriously, how cool is my son? King of cool.

Dude thinks all his friends want to be hugged. At all times.

We danced. And danced. Dude now loves Beatles cover bands.

My boys. Precious.