The past couple of days have carried some unexpected surprises!
It was NO surprise that our friends came to visit on Thursday. We had a great time with our "waterpark party" in the backyard. Jones and Freddie - but particularly Freddie - did a great job letting their friends go first and, at lunch, pick the movie. I was really proud of how kindly they treated their guests. The Slip and Slide was a ROUSING success, which was also not a surprise.
I was surprised, however, at swimming lessons that afternoon. Jones jumped off the diving block in the deep end - without a jacket on - and was able to resurface on his own and swim to the side by himself - without help ... OR, and this is the best part of it all, complaining. This GIGANTIC leap forward was a SHOCKING development and one that made me so very proud.
The bigger surprise of the day came first thing that morning, though. When I went out front to get the hose pipe for the backyard, I saw three tiny little baby beaks peeking out of one of the two nest on the wreath Aunt Belva made me earlier this Spring. Since then, the boys and I have named them (Rocky, Pinwheel, and Charlie), claimed them, and watched them grow. If Pressley Prep were in session, this would make one HECK of a science class.
The easiest way to describe the whole spectacular situation is via InstaStory, which is quickly becoming my favorite medium for preserving the boys' histories.
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