Today we went to a private club with a friend. It was wonderful, kiddie heaven for sure. We frolicked in the salt-water swimming pools while watching the sailboats go by on the ocean. We played in the sandy playground, zipped up and down the slide, ate a chocolate-chip cookie dough ice cream cone (Olan and I both). My salty, sticky-faced, tired little man crashed hard when we got home, he had such a good time.
This picture was taken this morning. I left Olan on his playmat and he pretended to be absorbed in his toys. I thought that I could easily go and top up my coffee. Somehow, in the 3 seconds that I was gone, he made his way across to the rubber tree and did this. Man can he move!

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