It's How We Roll

One day last week Wilson wanted to swim after supper. I realize this is entirely too late to be putting a 22 month old in the pool but he caught me at the entirely perfect moment- too tired to argue and just delirious enough to think it could be a good idea. So, he swam, without a stitch of clothing, while I shampood him off. As I was dumping out the pool I noticed the naked little jay bird had dissapeared. Here's where I found him . . .

What goes up, must come down . . .

Does anyone remember the "Coefficient of Friction" from physical science in jr. high? I think baby blubber against plastic slide must top the scale- poor Wilson learned this the hard way!

"Dad, go get the baby oil and let's try that again!"

And here are two of my favorite boys fighting over who will sit on top of me. Those of you who know our dogs well know if you sit or lay on the floor you are a fair game as a resting spot for Tate's bum and that we blame Tate's bad manners on the fact that he was raised by Jack. I guess we'll have to blame Wilson's habit of sitting on people on the fact that he's being raised by Tate. "Exhibit A":