P is for Park~

Driving to the park in style

We were only about 10 minutes into playing at the park when Denny said he had to pee.  Bob said he was going to walk Denny back home then come back.  

Um, why?  Go over by the building or back by a bush or tree.  It's a huge park, the options are endless.

So while Grace and I ran around the boys went to take care of business.  After Denny relieved himself, he was pulling up his drawers and said to my husband, "Don't tell Mama about this."

If he only knew.  

Future Phelps~

G&D have been taking swimming lessons for a few weeks now.  They are kicking ass in class and I am so proud of them.  It took some time to get to the point of where they are though.  The first two classes, Denny cried the entire time.  If anyone would have been crying in swim class, I would have bet the farm it would have been Grace.  My Grace, the little lady who freaks out if water gets on her face.  My Grace, who never would intentionally put her head under water for fear of death.   She had no fear and I know why... She was putting on a brave front for her little brother.   Last Monday was the fourth week of class and both G&D were swimming without fear.  There was no tears, only smiles.  After class, they both talked about how much fun they had and how they couldn't wait until the next class.  Here some pics of the little swimmers: