Does it get any manlier?

We went to Yuba this weekend with Tony & Cindy and my mom & dad and the cousins and had a great time, despite high winds, sunburn, a dead boat battery and the wakeboard of death. Here's a picture of my daring darling after attempting a 180 in choppy water, catching the edge of the wakeboard on a rogue wave, flipping over face first so hard I heard the "SMACK!" even though I was in the boat with the engine droning, and getting grazed on the non-smacked side of his face with the corner of the wakeboard when his legs flipped up behind him under water.



I was pretty worried when I saw him bobbing out there in the water with blood streaming down his head, but he was very masculine and nonchalant about the whole thing. He was even waving off the need for stitches until after we came home and he was chatting with a neighbor while he cleaned out the boat and noticed blood seeping out from under the bandage. (oops.) Luckily, he didn't need stitches, just that super glue for skin, and he should be good as new. With maybe a little scar up high on his forhead to show how even at 36, nothing slows him down.

So it's officially summer! The kids had their last day of school, and here's the obligitory sitting-on-the-front-steps picture that I like to do. It's the first time since Kindergarten that Elise hasn't come home sobbing. (Although she tells me she did cry at school).



All three of the kids had a great year. Now we have seven weeks off--lucky D trackers! the B & C trackers only have three--and before we know it we'll be back to the races again. Elise is starting her summer off with a bang at horse training camp. I just found the camp last week--the one I had wanted to do was full--and I decided to sign her up, even though I would have liked for her to do it later on in the summer when she was bored. But she's been wanting to do this for so long, and she had a great time today. I went to pick her up and she was all dusty and sweaty and beaming, chattering 100 miles a minute about her horse "Buddy" and riding bare back. She has a "horse show" on Friday, the last day of the camp, for family members, so I'll take pictures and share.

Oh, and I just have to include this pic of Wyatt looking cute in his bumbo seat on the beach. I also have to thank my friend Michelle for the hat. It's the only one I have that doesn't fly off of his head or fall down into his eyes. Wyatt would thank her too, I'm sure: