Happy 4th of July!

We had a really nice weekend and so much fun on the 4th. We met some friends at the pool and the kids had a great time. I had vests for both of the kids but Wyatt was doing so well trying to float that I decided to let him ditch the vest and go for waterwings instead. He did awesome! There was a lazy river and Wyatt insisted that he go around all by himself in his waterwings without me touching him. He was such an independent dude and when I would reach out to touch him he would pull away and kept saying, "No Mommy! Wywy do it!". He ended up going around about 6 times all by himself. We were blown away! Callie on the other hand wasn't having it. She wouldn't go in the water deeper than her ankles. She's our overly cautious kid.

After the pool we went to a bbq and played cornhole and drank beer. There were tons of kids everywhere and our runts got tuckered out really quickly. Wyatt was so cute when he introduced himself to one of the little kids he had never met before. He ran right up to her and said, "Heyo! I Wywy!" It was just precious!

We didn't get to stay for fireworks because the twinks were bordering on a double-meltdown. So, we left and stopped by my parents house for a minute and then headed home. By the time we got home, it was dusk and there were fireworks everywhere. Callie was enthralled and kept wanting to see more. Wyatt was a little bit scared but was warming up to them the more he saw. Brent had already bought a pretty good pack of fireworks, so we decided to let them stay up and light some smaller ones off in the backyard. They watched about 10 of them, got bored, and asked to come inside to watch Curious George.

Yesterday we went to the beach for awhile and then grilled out in the backyard. At one point, the kids ran over to the swingset and saw a pile of dog poop. Callie stopped dead in her tracks and didn't know what to do. This is how our conversation went:

Me: "Callie? Did you go poo poo in the grass?"

Callie: (with huge grin on her face) "Nooooooo."

Me: "You didn't?"

Callie: "No, Mommy. Two, free (three), manys! See!"

(Translation: It couldn't have been me mommy. See! There are many turd segments in that pile. Mine don't look like that.)

Brent and I were rolling! And I still haven't shaken, "Two, free, manys!" It's playing on repeat in my head and keeps making me smile. I love it! I think I'm going to refer to piles of dog poop as "two, free, manys" from now on. I dig it.