I hope all of you had a great 4th of July yesterday. I know my family did. We went to my sister's house and had a pool party. It was the first time that all 13 of us had been at the pool at the same time. There were 8 adults and 5 kids (all under the age of 9). I found myself constantly doing a child head count. We had great food, great fellowship, and great fun!
My oldest learned to swim yesterday. He is on cloud nine. He tells everyone he meets that he is now a swimmer. Josh and I are so proud of him.
On a lighter note, my sister's bathroom door has issues. When the door is closed, if you don't know how to open, it won't open for you. I've been stuck in there a few times myself. However, I'm very persistent (as I've been told) and can get the thing open. Well, all that background to say, we all were sitting out around the pool, minus my father who had gone in to change from his swimsuit to his clothing, enjoying some refreshments when my brother's cell phone rings. He looks on the caller id and it says "Poppy." (Poppy is the name that refers to my father now that he has grandchildren.) My brother answered the phone to hear Poppy requesting for assistance....he was stuck in the bathroom! Boy did we get a kick out of that. I promised to blog about it. (I now use this blog as torture for those around me...I tell them if they aren't careful, I'll blog about them.) So, here it is!
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