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Today was a special day for Mark and me. After breakfast, we went out on our usual morning powerwalk. But this time, we left the stroller and the 2 younger kids home with Daddy, who had stayed home from work today to heal from his sunburn! On our brisk walk, I asked Mark to tell me all about the waterslides he'd gone on yesterday at the waterpark. He ended up describing in detail his entire day. And I loved every moment of it.It's so fun to hear him tell stories from his perspective. He really is a neat kid, and I love to get to know him more and more as he develops who he is.By the end of our walk, we were dripping with sweat. Good times. We suited up and headed out to Phillip's waterpark. Again...just Mark and me. As Mark patiently waited, I enjoyed every second that I was able to lay on that lawn chair and catch some rays without having to look after little Reese and Rina. Finally, Mark convinced me to get up and go on some waterslides with him. I can't remember the last time I went on a waterslide. Probably pre-motherhood. So, it was pretty neat for Mark to see that I was willing to go on the slides with him. We hit every single one. And I got awfully drenched. Even my hair...which is another rarity for Mark to witness. He and I both savored every moment. Then, we jumped into the pool and practiced swimming for his swim test at camp. It was so fun to splash around and have each other's undivided attention. It was a very fun date w/ Mommy!
The crisp springtime air is about to give way to 85-degree summer weather this weekend. And thus ushers in Shorts Season! There is that awkward, yet short-lived period of time when we women shed our comfortable, flaw-hiding jeans and slip into those revealing, baring shorts for the very first time that year. Our legs are awful white, and we've perhaps slacked all winter in the shaving-department. There may be some added girth in the thighs that we don't remember from last year. And it only takes a moment before we rip the dreadful shorts off and put our trusty, comfy jeans back on...at least for another few days. But, inevitably, the weather becomes unbearably hot, and we cannot hold out any longer. We must force ourselves into those mocking little shorts and timidly make our way outside where the sun cannot seem to tan our legs fast enough! Give it a few weeks, though, and those shorts will feel like second skin. We'll hopefully have the skin color we are craving. And with a pedicure and perhaps even a good waxing...we're good to go..........that is, until we have to put on that Swimsuit. Then the torturous cycle begins afresh.