Because We're Spontaneous Like That

It's hard to be spontaneous with little kids. You can't just pick up and go places without planning--at least that's the way I see it.

Last weekend Trevor had a couple days off because he was supposed to go on a scouting thing. Well, long story short: it fell through. So after he got back from a morning golf outing, we wondered what we would do with the rest of our very rare time off together. Not wanting to waste this precious time on something that NEEDED to be done, I said: I think we should rent a jetski and go camping. And he said: OK. And so we did :) And because we're also such a good team, it only took us an hour to gather all our junk and pack it in the truck and rent a waverunner. I was pleasantly surprised.





Avert your eyes from the pasty whiteness that is my legs...first time out in the sun...


He's sleeping :) It was funny when we would take Jason out for a little ride, he wouldn't say a word. Didn't smile, didn't scream--just acted very nonchalant. Like he didn't care if he was going for a ride or not. It was kind of funny. We know he liked it because he begged to get back on once he was off, but when we were out on our ride, he was SOOO quiet. Anyway, must've been pretty relaxing (plus he was tired from going to bed late and no nap) but he fell asleep on the jetski! Poor kid.

The kids did really great on our camping trip. Makes me want to go more often!

Daddy's Boy

Jason loves his dad. He's finally gotten to the point that he doesn't cry for 10 minutes after Trevor leaves for work. That's probably because with Trevor's "summer hours" he leaves at 6:50 a.m. and Jason hasn't woken up yet. Rest assured Jason will wander the house after he wakes up (and intermittently throughout the rest of the day) whining, "Daddy, Daddy."

Then, when Jason hears the garage door open--whether it's Trevor or not--he gets all excited and runs downstairs to greet dad.

If Jason gets hurt, it's not me he wants to hold and cuddle him, it's Trevor.

When he's in his carseat to drive somewhere, he doesn't want me to get him out, he wants Trevor. Heaven forbid I do get him out, he squirms to get down to run to Trevor's side.

I gotta admit, Trevor's the best dad ever. And it doesn't even hurt my feelings--I think it's endearing to see my baby boy love his dad so much.

Jason always wants dad to sit and rock him or hold him when he gets home from work. In this picture it's about 5 p.m. Definitely a bad time for Jason to take a little nap, but he grabbed his blanket and binky and climbed up in dad's lap to watch a little Sports Center...and they fell asleep. I guess they were a little tuckered out.