It was hot here yesterday. Hot, hot, hot. And shade trees are strictly forbidden in our neighborhood- or at least it feels that way when you live on land that was a cornfield not all that long ago. So our options were to hide in our basement, go to the mall, or get creative.
That's right, folks! It's time to fill the wading pool and let the baby splash around nekkid. Unfortunately, we have well water. I neglected to plan for "the water is 50 degrees because it just came out of the freakin' ground" contingency. So no one was submerging so much.
(Nice picures, Eric! I call the second one "Pygmy Pool-cleaners of the Susquehanna.")
However, being a 17 month old and playing in the pool is hungry work. When snack time rolls around, there better be something cool and delicious waiting poolside. And someone to smear it on.
Notice the navel puddle of melting ice cream here:
2 comments:
You sure can turn a phrase!
Fun shots!
In the last picture, Eric appears pleased that his meal has taken to basting itself.
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