I Just Flew in From Albuquerque and Boy, Are My Arms Tired

Editor's Note:  For those of you who visited this post before 11 a.m. on Tuesday, a new lake photo has been added -- try to control your excitement.

Okay, so maybe we didn't quite make it to New Mexico.  And, no, we haven't flown anywhere since we got back from Portland, but we have definitely covered some ground over the past week and we are  plum tuckered out.

But let's back up, because we have had two particularly fun weekends in a row, and since I only have pictures of the first, I probably should start there . . .

A week ago Saturday, we awoke to a jam-packed calendar, all of it promising to be fun.  We started the day off with a trip out to Collierville to watch our favorite softball player, Nina Dever (Josh's first cousin), in action.    While Walt was impressed with Nina's skills on the field, it was her attention to him after the game was over that won her a place in his heart.

After lunch and a nap, we took off down the street for the next installment in what is quickly becoming our favorite fair-weather activity . . . Rock 'n Romp!  This particular show was being held about a block away from our house, in a small, but lovely backyard.  Memphis-based Giant Bear rocked the 'hood.

Walt boogied barefoot while Meredith ate bubbles.  What kind of hippy children are we raising?

Of course, all that partying worked up a sweat, so we stopped by Rhodes for a quick dip in the pool (and were joined by the Bushes for the twins' first swimming foray!) before heading over to the Lareaus for a toddler-infested cookout. 

Walt's attempt at swiping Mere's snazzy pink tricycle while she was distracted by the watermelon did not go unnoticed.  Yes, Gram, I think we will have to invest in a trike for the lad.

So that was Saturday . . . yes, all of that happened in one day.  We were worn out by bedtime, but in a softball-watching, booty-shaking, jumping-in-the-pool, hot dog-eating kind of way.  You know the good kind of tired.

Then last week, we  finally got a buyer for our car, so we found one we wanted to buy (a Nissan Murano), left Wednesday after work to drive to Monroe, Louisiana (4.5 hrs. away) to pick it up, drove back on Thursday, arriving home at 6 p.m. to wash clothes, cook food, and pack again to leave to go to the lake the next day with the Mills and Normans.  Then I was just tired.  And apparently forgetful, because I neglected to pack the camera for our lake weekend.  But Beth has come through for us and provided this great picture of the daddies and kids playing in the water.

 

Suffice it to say that our kid L-O-V-E loves the water.  He spent the whole time we were on the lake jumping off the front of the boat to our waiting arms, then pushing away from us to get back to the ladder and do it again.  He was also enthralled with the big boys' dives and cannonballs off the boat, meeting their efforts to impress with enthusiastic "Do it again!  Do it again!"s.  When he wasn't practicing for his 2028 Summer Olympics debut, Walt was having foot races with Clara (four days his senior) through the house, or entertaining the extremely good-natured young Henry (who fortunately survived the experience).   We  even "made a memory" (to paraphrase our friend Allison) when we were caught in a freak downpour on the lake while the boat engine sputtered.  It was a great weekend and we returned home happy and tired.  Again.  Quite frankly, I can't think of a better feeling.

Finally, Walt and I want to wish a belated Happy Father's Day to all of our favorite dads out there reading Walt's World.  Without you, we wouldn't have anyone to help us . . .

hunt for Easter eggs . . .

read bedtime stories . . .

or . . . well, you get the picture.

Thanks, Dads -- we love you!