What Happens at Mama's ...

STAYS at Mama's (but apparenty does not STAY on her iPhone, because I was emailed the following picture while I was being killed by working out with my trainer the other day) ...

Yep.  Those are his shorts.  On his head.  See?  I come by it naturally.  I can't be blamed for the stuff that comes out of my brain.  It's hereditary.  Well ... most of it.  I'm thinking he may come by it naturally as well, since he doesn't seem to be minding it too much ...

The following video was also taken at Mama's (Mama, for the record, is what C will call my mom, pronounced "Ma-maw" for those of you non-southerners).  Mama's pool is where C went swimming (i.e. floating around in his mother's iron-clad grip) for the first time.  His Mama was out of town the first time, so apparently she wanted to experience it first hand.

PRETTY sure that diaper weighed about the same as a baby elephant when she pulled him out of that water.  PRETTY sure that hat is about 18 sizes too big for him (since it's his 12 year old uncle Andrew's).  And PRETTY sure little man could care less about either one.  He loves to splish splash and kick those legs.  I think we have a fishy on our hands!!! 

What did you do this weekend?  If you live in Texas I hope it included a pool since we're pretty much already in 100 degree temps and it's the FIRST WEEK OF JUNE.  Yippee.  I can tell our summer is going to consist of shuffling from air-conditioned place to pool to back to air-conditioned place.  But, as the Mister would say, there are worse things ...