We went to the pool yesterday for the first time this year with my friend Courtney and her daughter Chloe. I slathered Nina in sunscreen, put a big hat on her head, and when she fell asleep, held her on a bench, completely covering her with a light blanket.
My other two children got scorched.
It was only 70 degrees, breezy, they’ve been out in the sun before, put a little “sun-scream” on their shoulders just in case.
HELLO! Four hours at a pool in the middle of the day! Bad, bad, bad mother! I have apologized profusely to them all day long (and all night last night). It’s really not as bad as I’m making it out to be, but it’s definitely bad enough to be uncomfortable. They look so stinkin’ cute though with the wisps of hair around their faces bleach blond and their little red cheeks already turning brown. Sigh.
“Tomorrow is Papaw’s birthday,” I tell Ava today. “Three days before yours.”
“When Papaw was born, everybody had pink shirts on,” she says.
“Why?” I ask.
“I don’t know.”
“Everyone?” I say.
“No, only the boys.”
Children can be so random. I love it.
Happy Weekend to everyone! Ours seem more special now that Gabe doesn’t work from home anymore.