We spent the day at Grammy’s house. She doesn’t work on Mondays and Michael is out of town, so I took the opportunity to have a little help with Bennett. She has a blow up pool at her house that is so much better than the one we have at ours. I’m sure the day will come when Bennett says, “Everything is better at Grammy’s house, Mama!”.
We’re not talking some state-of-the-art pool filled with Evian water with waterfalls and rocks imported from Egypt. We’re talking an $8.00 blow up pool from Wal-mart. I love how simple kids are…
I decided to join in the fun as well. And, yes, I’m wearing a bathing suit. Not that kind of girl.
I didn’t put a swimmer’s diaper on Bennett since we were just going to be in the backyard. Probably should have, though. He got a bad case of Beyonce bootylicious.
Baby booty crack. Not cute on anyone else.