*Pssst: the title does not refer to either Eliza or Henry.Nap time came to an abrupt halt Saturday afternoon. The pounding beneath my floor stirred up something more than curiosity. Trying to squash the irritation I felt from waking up prematurely, I made my way downstairs and headed toward the garage to investigate.
My dear husband had been 'organizing.' That was the term he offered.
I glanced up and found the source behind his hammering.
"Nice Andrew." I called to him as I head back inside. "I feel like I'm walking into R.E.I." Feeling picked on, he yelled back defensively,
"Hey! The garage is not yours to decorate!!"
Consider me informed, honey! That space officially belongs to you. :) To his credit, he did a fine job of marking the entry with his outdoorsy style. I'm pleased to see that his fishing poles received a place of honor. I confess that I'm slightly surprised that he didn't ask to hang them above the fire place. Seriously though, his hard work paid off. There were improvements made to the chaos that is our garage; and for that I am grateful.
Later on in the day, we walked three minutes to our community pool. Please come visit us and together, we can walk three minutes to the pool. It was delightful. The layout is ideal for our family. The sloped entrance helps ease the nerves of an unsure child. Eliza was free to dictate the pace of getting wet. Forming friendships with our neighbors and their children is an added bonus to spending time at the pool. Andrew had a noteworthy encounter with a young boy on our first outing. Plopping himself next to Andrew, our young friend starts swirling his feet in the water. After stealing a few glances up at Andrew, he bluntly asks,
"Why are you wearing your glasses in the pool?" Andrew, trying his best to be polite, quickly explains that he has poor vision and that the glasses help him to see. The kid accepts his obvious explanation. A moment passes before he peers up at him once again to ask,
"Why do you have so much hair on your legs?" Because we descend from apes. My wife claims that I'm the missing link - or - I have an Uncle. His name is Sasquatch. Any of those answers would have sufficed.