Jeff and I are leaving for vacation on Friday, and we won’t see the Little Monster for two weeks. Somewhere in the midst of his usual weekend visit, I got the bright idea to buy a slip ‘n slide for our own backyard entertainment. I bought it pretty late on Saturday night, and Sunday morning I woke up to the sounds of a screaming four year old and knees hitting plastic. I grabbed some coffee and looked out the kitchen window to see this:

After watching him run and jump on his knees for awhile, I told Jeff that he needed to show him how to “properly” do it. Jeff wasn’t having it, so I put on a bathing suit and wobbled my fat ass out there to show the kid how it’s done.

Let me tell you, there’s nothing like a slip ‘n slide to make you feel old.

I was able to make several successful runs, much to the dismay of my body today.

After I popped the “wave rider” blow up thingie (oh, yes, I did), Jeff pulled out our ridiculously sad little pool, and commenced “Operation: Soak the kid until he’s blue in the face!”

We determined, upon looking back at these pictures, that we really need to invest in one of those above ground pool thingies. However, the thought of spending $400 on something makes me hyperventilate a little.

Maybe next summer?