Yesterday we had the pleasure of spending the day at the lake with Wesley's family...well our family, really. They were gracious enough to invite us to eat and play with them for the day. Trevor and Victoria got to ride in a boat and on jetskis for the first time, and Sophie took her first boat ride as well. I had several babysitters and tons of extra hands and eyes, so it was a stress-free, relaxing day for all.
Relaxing, that is, except for one event. This would be when my darling husband decided he wanted to take the jet ski out alone and "open it up," which from what I saw, consisted of him trying to take it as fast as possible, hitting a few too many waves, and flinging himself off into the lake. While it sounds hilarious (and it will be once his back recovers), it scared the hell out of me. I believe I was the only one to witness this event, so I silently panicked, not wanting to alarm his parents, while I waited for him to give some signal that he was ok. He appeared a few terrifying minutes later licking his wounds and spent the rest of the afternoon in a daze.
Other than the near-death experience, the day was so nice it almost made me want to move closer...almost.
***The last 2 pics were taken by Leigh. I lifted them from her Facebook page because they were cute. :)
