This was the weekend we've all been waiting for.
It just felt like... summer.
Though let's face it, after all the rain and cold we've been bombarded with this spring, "summer" pretty much means anything over 65 degrees.
Sunshine-induced elation can have frightening side effects.
I'm living proof: I put on a bathing suit Saturday.
And then I went out in public.
Lola = not so thrilled.
I was frustrated that the hours of intense therapy we logged last summer to cure her of her aqua fear had been for nothing.
But she warmed up after awhile, which is a good thing because I'm definitely getting a season pass to the Lindon City pool.
Slides, lazy river, baby pools, lap pools, wave simulator -- it's just that rockin'.
Plus, I happen to think my kid rocks her teeny-weeny bikini.
Heaven knows one of us should, and Reece's chest is much to furry to pull it off.