Hugo's Swim Trunks

We just got home from the Big Deep and Hugo peeled these swim trunks off his body for the last time.  I've been thinking all summer how I need to blog about them.  I still blink in amazement at the tag which is labeled 12-18 Months.  Yes, my 5 year old has been wearing 12-18 month swim shorts!  Skinny Minny Hugo looks great in them.  He does own other, more appropriately sized swim trunks, but I find that both of us keep reaching for these Old Navy trunks.  They fit his non-existent waist just right and I like that they hit high up on the thigh like the Op shorts of my olden beach days gone by.  So why give them up?  Once they are wet he can no longer pull them up on his own.  Trips back from the bathroom show off his white hiney as he runs to me so that I may help hike them up! 

Sunshiny Day

Wonderful day at Belleayre Beach again!  Everyone played great.  So great that I asked my girlfriends if they were up for repeating the day tomorrow.  These last days of summer are always so choice and perfect.  Really makes me wish summer would never end and that's so silly since fall is my favorite season of them all.  Honestly, I like them all, but there is something extra special regarding autumn.  But, but right now I am enjoying SUMMER!  Every last, warm, sand filled drop of it!!

Belleayre Beach

With the van loaded with kids, towels, food, and sand toys we drove west and up into the Catskills to Belleayre Beach.  It was a beautiful day and the kids had a great time!  We initially plunked our belongings down on the sand just below the grass, but we lived at the waters edge the entire afternoon.  Not too many more of these heavenly days left this summer, so we plan on making the most of them!

Papa Coming Home!

Cesar is due home and I can't wait to see him.  The fridge is full, yummies have been baked.  Bags are packed for a day at the beach tomorrow.  The kids are pumped!  Our sheets are clean.  And it will be sunny and warm.

Sprinkler Magic

We had a wonderful playdate afternoon with lots of good friends. There was sprinkler magic, watermelon, wagon rides, army men, dinosaurs, a giant lizard and whale, bikes, a surprise visit from Evie, snake tunnel fun, smores (in the middle of the afternoon!) and a giant bonfire (also in the middle of the afternoon)!

As the afternoon came to a close, Shaka hollered out to her kids that it was time to get in the van. Well, Hugo was the first one to jump inside. He planted himself in a seat and was not coming out. Finally he was passed though a window to me, kicking and screaming at the top of his lungs. The kids all asked their Mother if Hugo could come home with them. Shaka said "Sure, okay". Then the boys made Hugo's year and asked if he could stay the night! Again, trooper that she is, Shaka said "Sure, okay". So, with that settled (not the sleeping over part), Hugo jumped into his repositioned car seat and never looked back. I watched them leave all the way down the drive and out. Then it hit me - I had been ditched! Ditched by my own 2yr old! He isn't even 2 1/2 until October and he is already happily ditching his Mother. I suppose it's good news, but it also makes me kinda sad.

A few hours later, when I pulled the car into their driveway, two things happened... A. my son yelled out, "Hide!" and ran to the backyard as quick as his two feet would carry him and B. the boys rode their bikes up to me and said what a bummer it was that I turned up because everyone wanted a sleepover with Hugo. I have never thought of myself as a party pooper. More like, the party goer, the party thrower, the party wont go homer! Ms Party Pooper is a new one for me. Will someone please send me my Ms Party Pooper crown in the mail soon, maybe a rush order even, because I have a feeling I'll be needing it often and soon!

The End!