Remember that box? The one with all of the vintage clothes from E's childhood? There was a vintage swimsuit in there, that was E's when he was a babe. I've been dying to put James in it. On Friday afternoon, it wasn't quite warm enough but after taking a walk and James getting drenched in the neighbor's sprinklers, I figured we'd break out the pool again.
And this kid? He slays me. His toddler belly, that tiny red vintage suit. Amazing, I tell ya.
Hose water is delicious.
Nothing better than lying in the shade on a blanket, watching the trees, the sun, my garden, my boy.
His little thigh rolls are almost gone.
Love his little grassy bum.