We went to Cherry Hill Wednesday with a pretty big group. It was my aunt Carol, kids Mary Jane and Jonah and their two friends, my mom, Tony, Alicia, Kamyn, Kenya, me, Dylan and Preston. The kids all had a great time and loved the water. Preston's getting more and more independent with every passing moment so he just wanted to walk and swim by himself. The kid has no fear right now. He'd try to dive out of his inflatable boat whenever I wasn't paying attention. Dylan followed the big kids around most of the day. They went on the slides and Dylan slipped down before them without a mat. I think it was a bit traumatic because he's asked me several times since why he went down the slide himself. Okay, bad mom award. I thought he'd be fine - he was with a 12-year-old. Sometimes there's just not enough of me to go around. Preston wandered up and down the ramp to the stage, tipped over chairs and ran away from me giggling. Naughty little baby! He left with several bumps and bruises. I think I'm in for the long haul with him now. I had hoped his more mellow personality would spare me from the toddlerhood moments I remember with Dylan, but I was wrong. It was such a fun day though.
Kamyn and Grandma floating together
Kenya andAlicia
Preston and his cookie
Dylan and Grandma
Thirsty brothers
Dylan, Preston and Mommy
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