Update: on Saturday, the pool became known as Danger Pool, since David stepped on a bee and got stung on his foot. It got swollen, he cried for about three minutes (and then screamed bloody murder when we tried successfully to get the stinger out later that night) and he limps on the foot when he knows we’re watching, but otherwise, apart from a heightened awareness of flying insects, he’s fine

Friday night we hung out with Jake and Toby at their house, and the boys had a blast. Before we left our house, Chris asked if we ought to bring some of our toys, just in case. Dude, do you know where we’re going? The Zembrodts might as well call their playroom “Radiator Springs” or “The Island of Sodor” or “any mechanic’s garage” or “a two-year-old’s Heaven”

Reading the Best Truck Book Ever, Chris managed to get all three of them to pay attention for at least two minutes

Friends gotta hug

David drills Jake

Rub-a-dub-dub, three sweet boys in a tub (it’s OK, Sara…we caught Toby before he fell all the way over)

We were actually pretty pleased with ourselves that we got them all bathed and dressed without any complications or meltdowns or resistance. Though Toby was the first one out and he made a beeline for the stairs

David checks out his FIRST MEDAL that he received for running another fun run at the Father’s Day Four race Saturday morning. This race was longer…about 30 or 40 yards, and we think that if he’s had real shoes on (instead of Crocs) he would have shown those other kids what running really means. Still, he was pleased with himself, and Mommy almost cried when they gave him his medal

Not sure what, exactly, he had shoved up his shirt, but it was supposed to be his “muscles”. Whatever, dude