Pool

We took Lyla to the pool, and she loved it despite refusing to show her glee to the camera. Holding her in just under five feet of water, the conversation went like this:

"See the big slides, Lyla?"

"Lyla slides." (That translates to her declaring ownership of the slides.)

"You can go on those slides in a couple years. They belong to the city."

"Lyla slides."

"Yes, yes. Ooh, look at the diving board. See those big kids jumping off the diving board?"

"Lyla iving bud."

Back at home, post-bath:




Then Auntie Lori came over to babysit, and Julie and I met our friend Luke out and went to dinner and saw Inception. Tonight I hope to sleep well enough to have a dream within a dream within a dream within a dream within a dream.