



The days are beginning to run together. Sickies have taken over the house and if I have to blow my nose one more time (which I will) I will cut it off (which I probably won't). I can’t think straight, and with everybody grumpy, the days loom large. It is on days like this that I wish I could channel my inner animated character. I wish it was something I could call upon whether after a sleepless night, the five o’clock hour before dinner, or the last hour before bed.
Like all good animated characters I would be slightly over-weight (and perfectly fine with how I looked), have a voice that always sounded musical, my lips would be perpetually in a smile, and my creativity, spontaneity, and humor would be limitless. All my ideas would thrill my children, a song would pop into my head at the most appropriate moments, and I would never have to run to the store for last minute craft supplies, ingredients, or batteries.
Of course, if my inner animated character were to emerge, it would by default cause my children’s to emerge as well. They would find all my ideas to be extraordinary, see the goodness in sharing and willingly clean-up after themselves. There would be no crying at bedtime, no whining about going to the potty, and Leah would be joyful as she tried to steer her hand to her mouth (because she would get it every time). When it was time to come inside, change activities or settle down, everyone would be full of smiles and enthusiasm.
Alas, I still sing in severals keys at once, dinner isn't always planned ahead, Leah cries and Eli whines. And that's my life...most days I love it, a few days take a little more convincing.

After some time spent admiring the lake from the boat, it was time to get in! A while ago we found a cute life jacket/wet suit at Goodwill for only 50 cents, he can still fit in it and it doesn't crowd his head like a regular life jacket.
Jason and I took turns riding with him in the tube while Grandad pulled us at speeds much below Eli's excitement threshold, but just right for his mama!
While Eli's tubing prowess spread rapidly around the lake, some of Grandad's friends invited us to use their jet skis. He's two, so why not!

Eli does a great job respecting the rules while tubing and jet skiing. While he is thrilled to do it all, his excitement manifests itself it utter disbelief and holding himself very still. Except for his head, which whips around taking everything in! He actually rode the jet ski with Grandad.



Eli didn't want to sit still, but he really is happy to be at the lake!
