saturday saw a record 4.5 *hours* spent at our park. an hour and a half before lunch and then three -- count 'em -- three hours at the park in the afternoon. we had to force him to come home.
sunday was a rainier kind of day, but that didn't stop jack ...
after all, there were puddles to be jumped in:
and to make daddy jump in:
golf continued to be played ... just like tiger would do at st. andrew's ... if st. andrew's had holly trees ...
and a previously unscheduled visit by nana landed jack a doctor's kit ...
and landed jack's parents and nana with bruised knees for having their reflexes "checked" over and over again. jack is a doctor in the tradition of the little shop of horrors dentist ...
so we'll hobble our way through the week and send dispatches as we're able ...
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