There is SOMEONE in my life who cannot admit when he is wrong. Hey, I don't LIKE admitting it, myself, but I do it.
See this kid with his daddy on Father's Day? He looks like a relatively calm child, doesn't he? Well, sometimes he can be, but sometimes... whooo boy!
A few weeks ago, while Dylan and I were enjoying a beautiful day outside in the yard, Jim decided to spend what seemed like several hours getting the little pool set up for Dylan. I admit, I was annoyed, and I didn't keep it a secret either. I MIGHT have said, "We spent the whole summer last year trying to get rid of a pool!!". I MIGHT have said, "You spent the whole time getting the stupid pool ready, instead of spending quality time with your family!" I MIGHT have said other things. I just can't seem to remember.
Yesterday morning, (before I was even fully awake), Jim was harping on me again about "When are you going to let Dylan use his pool?!" This has been going on for a few weeks, so I MIGHT have gotten a little annoyed. (I hate people telling me what to do). "We will go in the pool today!! Okay?! Even if it rains!! Even if it's cold!" Why didn't I take him in the pool before? Because somehow I just knew he was going to be WILD. Somehow, I just knew it was going to be EXHAUSTING. And, he was... And it was...
But, it was also ridiculously FUN! Dylan was beside himself with excitement - running, jumping, splashing, dancing, laughing, giggling and basically being a wild maniac/goofball/nutjob. I took so many fantastic pictures I had trouble deciding what to post, so I made a slideshow. WHY did I deny him this kind of happiness for several weeks?!
Jim, I was wrong, and I am sorry.