Everyone takes a morning lap around the field. Chantal and Fenn visited from SanFran and we attempted to keep everyone happy, well-fed, entertained, stimulated, but not overstimulated, at the right temperature with dry diapers. This equilibrium was sometimes successful and at other times less so. Fenn seemed to enjoy the entire experience though.
Giles considers his ability to move his left hand. It works, and my what a cute hand it is.
Our pool. Yes, we broke down and erected the backyard insta-pool. The look on my face while selecting this pool from the variety on display at 'the walmart' was apparently worth the price of said pool. Between diaper changes, I spend my days skimming it.
Fenn and Chantal. It appears that I applied some sort of photoshop filter to this shot. That is actual lens fog. 77 degrees indoors, 98 degrees outside.
Moss taking a bath in the kitchen sink.
Chantal and Giles. Giles is wearing his 'safety pants' that Chantal generously lent us. Nothing says love like sharing diapers.
Giles, Moss, Chantal, Fenn, Nana, Cymande and I went out on a date to The Top in Gainesville. It sounded ambitious and it was. Everything went well though. Fenn played submarine with his ice water.
One afternoon we decided Fenn should get out and enjoy the local flavor. We went to the Ichetucknee head spring to people watch. There was plenty to see, but Fenn seemed as content playing in the tailgate of the rental car. Fenn confided in me that he too is naturally opposed to the Ichetucknee during the Summer, preferring the serenity of a Winter kayak trip. Damn that kid is smart.
Moss and Giles comforted by their Grandmothers.
