Yes Summer has its conventions. Especially if you are in a young family. For what would these dog days be without a rambling shuffle along a path with the difficulty level of "piece-of-cake"?
Made exceedingly more fun by a shoulder ride, a stick, and a camera case.
Usually, "pooped-out" carries an entirely different significance at our house. (Jack says, "Hey! I heard that.")
And we could not consider ourselves connoisseurs of calidity if we didn't drop anchor at the fountains for a little welcome wet. If only so we could strike a pose in our new beachwear.
(However, food stuck on the face does slightly diminish one's authority as a cover girl, am I right?)
A little rehearsal in the privacy of the back yard can increase the odds of those little faux pas never happening again.
And since synchronized swimming is only a spec on the horizon for us presently, we will settle for synchronized sitting.
Hey guys! Look over here, Mommy wants to take your picture!
OK. Now everybody wave! Wave to mommy! C'mon Jack! Wave!!
Tessa: (in a ventriloquist voice) Jack, wave your hand like me.
OK. Let's try clapping. Everybody clap. Yeah!! Clap your hands, Jack!!
Oh. Jack was waving that time. Let's try clapping again. Everybody clap! Yeah!!
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