Last week Adam found the swim bag while we were doing some packing. He must have played with its contents for 3 hours. In that 3 hours he asked me to blow up his water wings, one of Lainey's water wings (yes, sis. we have 1 pink water wing), and his swim ring. Now as you can imagine, I can barely keep my breath while walking up the stairs, there was no way I was blowing up those floatation devices. So Adam waited patiently until Dad came home. It was so cute the way he asked to "peeeeeease go schwimming" that we filled up the swim ring and the big bathtub and let him play!
Our little tiger.
Our little Pop-Eye. (This is one of my favorites)
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