Pool Day II

Again, this was awhile ago...two weeks ago. Just catchin' up.

New Pool

Every year we seem to lose the prior year's pool, either in wind gusts or because they popped on some sharp object (no more blow-ups for us), so we always go out and get another little pool, which works out in the end since every year last year's pool seems just a little too small.

They are such girls. Neither of them want to fully submerge themselves in the cold water. Most of these pictures show them all the way in. This is because it was the first day they swam in it. Ever since then, they stick their legs in or just play with the water by watering plants in the garden or washing the little house or swing set. Rarely do they sit their rumps down in it, and going under? Forget it!

Essie and Caleb

Daddy shot these of the two one morning.

Precious.

Eric was massaging my back with a vibrating massager the other day when Essie walked in the room.

Essie: What's the matter, Mommy? Are you broken?

Me: (Suppressing a laugh) No. My back just hurts a little.

Essie: Daddy fixing you?

Cute phrases she's been saying lately:

"I just don't know what to do."

"That's not very nice, _______" (not so funny when our name fills the blank, though)

"What's going on here?"

She also occasionally refers to Daddy as "boy."

"Come here, boy."

"Watcha doing, boy?"

Rolling

He's been actually rolling from tummy to back for about 2 months, but here's some pix to finally document this fact.

All of these pix I'm uploading today have been long overdue (couple weeks); I've just had NO time!

Can you hold me?"

When we first brought Caleb home from the hospital, Essie wanted to be held all the time. Of course, when I was feeding Caleb, that wasn't always possible, so I used to find her substitutes.
"Can you hold me, Mommy?"

"Not at the moment, Essie, but maybe Daddy can hold you."

And when Daddy wasn't available, I'd look for other replacements, like Grammy or Papa, if they happened to be around at the moment.

So the other day when she asked me to hold her while I was feeding Caleb, there just weren't any other adult shoe-ins available.

"I'm sorry, Essie. Mommy can't hold you right now. I can hold you when I'm done feeding Caleb, though."

Knowing my M.O. of always finding a substitute holder, she responds with, "Maybe Abby can do it."

Don't Worry, Mom.

Abby: [Taking a bite of her pretzel stick] I know what I can do with these, Mom. I can spell my name.

Me: Well, you could, maybe, but you might have a little trouble with the Bs because of their rounded edge.

Abby: [Thinking about this for just a moment] Don't worry, Mom. I got it.

Me: Oh, okay.

Pretty smart kid, huh?

She gets it from her daddy.

Mother's Day

Love Essie's unmatching Snow White shoes...such a girl!

They're both holding bookmarks they made for me in Sunday school.

And yes, I know one more child is sadly missing...

He was sawing logs in the other room (darn baby!), and I forgot to get a pix with him later on. Oops.