Speed of Summer

So much for a lazy summer! This one seems to be flying by!!

On Thursday, our server at work needed maintenance, so our department chair just told us to enjoy the extra day before the holiday weekend. FOUR DAY WEEKEND! Yaaaay! So my friend Melanie and I did all sorts of fun girlie things. Then on Friday, Wm had a friend over and they ran us ragged. On Saturday, Suzanne came over and we had a cookout and went to see fireworks. Luckily, because I am a super genius, I figured out an amazing place to go and see them. Show up 10 minutes before they start, park your car, put chairs right next to your car, immediately following fireworks, get back into car and drive home. No trouble parking, no traffic, no schlepping chairs for a mile from where you eventually found a spot. I did feel, however, that Steve was not as appreciative of my super genius fireworks plan as he should have been (probably because he kept insisting it wouldn't work - AH HA!)

We also hit up the pool and continued Wm's Water Exposure. Then, yesterday, The Boys went to see Inside Out. Apparently, both of them cried - and they both came home with tummy aches because Daddy buys insane amounts of treats when left unsupervised.

That four day weekend went by in a snap! I am now recovering at work, where nothing is going on because it's summer. Thank god.

OH! And, in other news, Wm's doctor checkup was great. He has skyrocketed from the 3rd percentile in height/weight to the 5th. After waiting 45 minutes to see the doctor, she poked around, looked in all the holes in his head with her tiny flashlight, and declared him healthy and we were out the door. She did ask if she could look at his "boy parts" to make sure all was as it should be and then asked if Wm wanted me to close my eyes. The minute we got into the car, Wm goes, "why was the doctor so weird about my penis?" BOOM. Super healthy body image. Parenting win. (That did necessitate a rather awkward, on my part, talk about predators. Wm was just mostly bored and kept going, "I KNOW.") Going to the doctor is always traumatic for me, though, because Wm insists on touching things. As a germaphobe, I spend the entire time like, "DO NOT TOUCH THAT!" and then going, "OMG - DID YOU JUST TOUCH YOUR EYE??? You may as well lick your finger. You definitely have smallpox now." And basically bathing Wm in hand sanitizer. He appears unscathed from the visit, though. THIS TIME. Probably due solely to my vigilance.