Both boys woke up at 4:30 a.m. this morning.
I brought the baby downstairs into bed with me, but the oldest kept calling out with inane questions and requests.
Thankfully their grandma took them both to church so I could nap. When they got home we chalked an elaborate track on the driveway and raced Matchbox cars. Then we threw on our suits and went to the pool for our first visit of the season.
I'm not a big fan of public pools. I burn easily, feel self-conscious in a swimsuit and hate the smell of chlorine. But our local recreation center has a little pool tailored to kids under 10, with lots of sprinklers and shady spots in which to sit. So it's tolerable, is what I'm saying.
This is the first time I took the baby. He hated the infant inner tube I got him and insisted on clinging to me the whole time, but enjoyed splashing in the water and watching his brother play.
By four o' clock we were all exhausted. Thank goodness for early bedtimes.