Pool Time

 

A rare day for us - all three off at the same time - we decided to cap it with a quick trip to the pool - the only place to be on a broiler of a day like today.

Gus likes to fly high in the pool, Daddy doesn't mind being the launching pad.

Splashpark!

 

 

 

 

What a welcome sight to sore, overheated eyes...we found this great waterfeature, called the splashpark, right smack in front of Asheville's City Hall, where we had come to drop off Jacob's firefighter application.

Gus loved all the spouting action, as did all the other kids. We loved the squealing, laughs and the occasional - and very welcome - spray of water.

Happy, hot summer everyone!

Sparkling Personality

 

 

 

Gus loves fireworks and sparklers....on Saturday we watched the big fireworks at the college and he sat mesmerized and still for 25 min. - very unusual for him!
Sunday evening we went through four boxes of sparklers in a record half hour, not wasting a second with an unlit sparkler...Gus adores everything about them.

Bicycle Parade

 

 

 

With a poker-face (really that's just his sleepy face) Gus entered the kid's bike parade as part of Brevard's Fourth of July Festival and rode his very nicely decorated bike (thanks, Daddy) mightily for three blocks. In the end he got a bike bell (ding, ding) and a high-five and a brief stint on the golf cart with Alex, one of Brevard's friendly policeman.

Happy Fourth to you all!

No. 2!!!

 

 

 

However premature this celebratory post may be, we don't care. Succeeding at getting one half of a No.2 in the potty (the other half was planted in a very covert manner in the shed, but discovered and thanks to Momma's quick reflexes interrupted) is no small achievement for this little boy.

As a reward Gus is now spazzing out drooling on a lollipop as big as his head (or almost). I've been promising him this specific reward for months now...I'm so happy to see him excited about it all.

See what happens tomorrow....now off to clean the other half out of the shed and wipe down one sticky child...

Faceplant!

 

Tuesday brought a bicycle crash and much tears and almost as much blood. Look at my poor baby's fat lip! For a couple of hours he looked like a child whose mother's name is Angelina. By today the lip has crusted over and the tears have long dried up. He's even hopped right back onto his bike, which he now rides like a champ leading one parent jogging at a furious pace to keep up. I'm contemplating elbow and knee pads along with a bull-body bubblewrap suit...

I need more sidewalks and fewer cars!

Mini-Vacation in Alabama

I recently sent my two guys to Alabama to go spend a few blissful and relaxing days in the good company of Granna & Pap.
Gus came back with as many mosquito bites as he had when he left - and a big smile on his face and a new word in his vocabulary: SuperMommy.
Needless to say, I like it!
He also brought back a bagful of handsome, boyish clothes and another blueberry bush for me.