Splish splash.

The best part about summertime (besides the sunshine! and the warmth! and the general cheerfulness of all of us who get a bit sullen when we see nothing but ice and freezing air stained by inversion for 3 solid winter months, of course) is the way it is totally acceptable to ditch out on completing responsible tasks in favor of taking the kids to a splash  pad. We met Grammy Lu, Aunt B, and MJ in a neighborhood I sort of wish I lived in for a some watery fun.

It took a minute to adequately slather my so-fair-skinned-she-glows-in-the-dark child in enough sunscreen, but once we did she was all smiles.

Aren't her french braids cute? They'd better be. There was much weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth to get them that way.

We kept the baby in the shade for the vast majority of the morning, but he did venture into the sunshine for a few minutes. Mr. Baggins was a greased little piggy in all his sunscreen.

Ultimately, he opted for more comfortable accommodations.

I have lots of chores to complete today after our lazy day in the sun. If you were wondering if it was worth it, I submit the following for your review.

Verdict: Good choice.