And then a week went by. I had plans for that week, really big plans. Plans to see everyone and everybody and their dog and their aunt and their long lost cousin AND help my parents get ready for Lake Powell, AND help get ready for the get together after my sister spoke in church, AND keep Wy on somewhat of a schedule.
And I failed MISERABLY.
I saw my friend's and their new baby (who i held for hours and didn't want to leave cause she was so adorable and snuggly and snuggled into my arm and smelled so good and she was SNUGGLY and ADORABLE and BABY BABY BABY!!!!!) and then.......something happened, some time warp sucking time like a ginormous Dyson, and suddenly it was time to go to Lake Powell.
My week was gone.
I've been WRACKED with guilt, real live serious gut-wrenching guilt. I think about it as I lay awake at night. Ughnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnmmmmph. You know I love you, right?
Sigh. Moving on.
Lake Powell! Lake Powell was excellent. Oh! And how did Wy do, you ask? How did he sleep at night? And during the day? WELL. He was a CHAMP!!! A real live champion. He slept better there than he did at my parents house, probably because it was darker and we weren't in the same room (read: downstairs dungeon) but either way, it was excellent. He was excellent, a happy little peach the entire week. A peach who feasted on loads and loads of watermelon. Ruined two white onesies with the juices, but eh! He was happy and hydrated, right?
He also quite enjoyed the Ritz. Messy, really messy, (Leslie, you were SOO right!) but he loves 'em. So much so, he's willing to share with grandpa...
We don't have a whole lot of pictures because I was either entertaining Wy or baking myself on the rocks with a magazine. We have a ridiculous amount of wake boarding, skiing, and tubing shots. Here's one of Cabe's, and he'd like me to point out his bulging biceps and sweet air.
Wy also enjoyed his first boat ride, even though it also meant he had to wear a life jacket.
But not before a quick drive with grandpa.
Nice form, Cabe!
That would be Caleb's foot, and my cousin's little girl's foot. She's 6, and was not very happy that Caleb rocked the boat...
I heart Lake Powell. I miss it already.