So this weekend, we really meant to go out to the lake. Saturday we went to the Parade of Homes and then Sunday we were going to the Lake. Well, long story short, we didn't go to the lake so we could clean, go to Target, and finish up the last day of the Parade of Homes.
Don't judge us about the Parade of Homes! We don't bother with the houses that we could actually afford. We go for the $500K and above. You know, from the "within our reach sooner or later" to "we better win the lottery twice to afford this crap!". It was a good time and our house really needed to be cleaned.
So long story short, we left work early (just a little bit) and went out to the lake armed with a few beers, some sandwiches, cheetoes, and some mac and cheese for Luke.
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Luke having a bit of fun pre-Mac and Queso and Turkey.
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Then we got brave. We got Luke into his life jacket, I went into the water and Melissa handed him to me. At first I stayed by the ladder and he seemed alright with the whole proposition, leaning towards the "not liking this" side.
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| You better not let go of me dad! |
Then I wanted to see if he was cool with me going away from the boat. He seemed to be calming down, but even if we were looking at each other, I'm not sure he was totally ok with what we were doing...
So we brought him in. He wasn't screaming ever, just not real comfortable. I think the more we take him in there he will like it. It was nice and warm, so that probably helps. Hopefully, things will go a bit better next time!