My Beamish Brood

My Beamish Brood

Friday, June 29, 2012

All the Little Fishies

Since his sister was born, Lucian's first words every morning have been "Go Mamma house, please?" It makes perfect sense; things at home have changed in a major way, and Grandma's house is a constant. There he will get snacks, a cute puppy, a swimming pool, and nearly undivided attention. He loves it- and so does Max. 

On Wednesday, since the weather was supposed to pass 90 degrees, I took my first solo trip with all three kids down to Grandma's house. (Hey, you gotta start somewhere, right?) Getting dressed and loading into the car went off without a hitch, and the drive was smooth until we were only a mile from Grandma's house. Then Audrey went from zero to sixty and screamed bloody murder until we pulled into the driveway. Could she sense the excitement? Or was she just suddenly dying of starvation? 

The boys ran to greet Grandma and Grandpa, had a yummy lunch, and then prepared to hit the water. It's so easy having Max in the pool now- his feet can touch the bottom in the shallow end, and if he wants to be a little more adventurous he can put on a life jacket and swim across the whole pool. 

Louie, on the other hand, is a wild card. Some days he won't leave the steps, others he wants to jump off the side of the pool repeatedly! Wednesday was a jumping day. Grandma stood in the pool and caught him over and over and over again!

We stayed for dinner (Paul was gone fishin') and got home around bed time. As expected, the moment we pulled out of the driveway Lucian began to ask repeatedly, "Back Mamma house, please?"

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