It was hot. We listened to the Greatest Spectacle in Racing, grilled out, swam at the pool (well, I sat by the pool) and took a boat ride.
The Boy had his own private pool and nearby cabana. (Note: the sign says, “no girls allowed.”)
Then later, he made an exception.
("My mom is the only one" complete with a photo of me)
Mimi made snowcones.
His brother experienced the heat of summer with his head full of curls, and I couldn’t help but try out pigtails on my beautiful baby boy.
And he’ll kill me for this one day, but I’m okay with that.