One year ago Bubbalu discovered a quick and handy backyard thirst quencher at Grandma's house:
And I'm certain it was sanitary and appropriate for holding drinking water.
Really, it was. I helped Grandma scour the thing after watching Bubbalu go back for seconds, thirds and fourths. We decided that copious amounts of fungi and scum might not be grand for the digestive system of an 18 month old.
We hung out at Grandma's house that day because Bubbalu's fun older boy cousins were in town and a play day was deemed necessary.
That, and Mama was one tired and worn out preggo woman who had run out of ideas to entertain her precocious toddler.
The cousins thought Bubbalu was quite silly for drinking out of the water fountain:
But looking on the bright side, he certainly wasn't dehydrated on that scorching hot July day:
Where oh where did our July 2009 sun go? Come back, for I miss thee so. I pulled out my cozy socks and am making soup for dinner. Um...I'm not ready for fall yet. I must have at least three frazzle-inducing camping trips, two unseemly tan lines, and one tired out toddler to meet my summer quota.
It's not looking very good.
Only one camping trip in the works, sunless tanner is providing adequate unlined tannage and the boy is decidedly UNTIRED.