Yesterday we planned on taking the kids to the pool when we got home from work. All the way home, Leanne and I confered on our cell phones. Who was going to get home first? Toss up based on traffic. What were we going to do for dinner? Chic-fil-a (plus cheese and veggies for the boys.) Who's gonna pick up? Me. Who's gonna walk Abbey? Whoever gets home first. Who's going to get get the pool stuff ready while the other takes care of the boys dinner? You get the idea.

The pool is closed for "adult swim" for the last 15 minute of every hour - so ideally we need to get there close to 6. Getting there at 7 and swimming till 7:45 (then going home for showers) put us in danger of having cranky and over tired kiddos. So, getting to the pool after work is a mad dash. Needless to say, after all of this planning we get the boys in their highchairs and watch as they yawn, rub thier eyes, and look as if they might fall asleep right then and there. The clincher was when Traci (our M/W babysitter) said, "Oh, yea..they've really been out of sorts today." No pool for us.

But on a good note, they crashed (and I mean nary a peep) when we put them down at 7:30 (an hour earlier than usual.) Of course Gray was wide awake and joined us in our bed at 9:30....

Here are the boys playing with our friend Suzanne's son Rhyder (9 months.) Of course when I ran to get my camera, all 3 of them were banging away on the table. By the time I got back, Gray decided that he'd had enough and was going to go play with the ball.