Take that, Pool.

So I mentioned our summer "bucket list" recently. Which is mostly just me trying to make sure I do lots of fun stuff with the hooligans this summer, in spite of Billy's busy schedule. (Need insurance, anyone? He's your man.) Not specifically on the list, but fun none the less, is trips to the pool. This was the only shot I got of us at the pool. And as you can see, half of us weren't even aware there was a camera.

Usually when we go to the pool, I don't do it alone. Me vs. 3 hooligans, plus a giant drowning hazard? I think not. But, I decided if we were ever going to go, I just needed to suck it up, and plan on having a really crappy tan this year. ;) Like as in, it'll be shaped like Jericho. Speaking of Jericho, that child has no fear of the water. I really don't know how to handle it since my other two were not like that. He sees himself as Michael Phelps, charging fearlessly into the deep, when in reality he is kind of like a small drunk person repeatedly face-planting in the water. (Trust me...I TRY to stop it. He literally pushes me away and screams because he wants to do it himself.) Despite drunkenness and an overdose of cheetos, I think it went fairly well. Take that, pool. We'll be back.