Reece even weathered the (frigid) water! He kept saying "Mama, feel it!" and I obliged...but when he asked me to "sit down", I had to draw the line. My amphibious blood is pretty thin. He played, splashed, ran, and even chased a teenager running on the beach. When my cousin Federica (from Minnesota, mind you!) went chest deep into the water Reece was ready to go in after her. She held him and they went in together, leaving this mama on the shore. That was a little too much for me...and someone had to man the camera, right?

When we got home, Trey had ripped out our master shower. This is a project that has been on the dockett for a looooong time and with the long weekend we decided that now was the time. Our very helpful toddler was helping with saws, wrenches, drills, shovels, tile nippers, sledgehammers, and his new wheelbarrow. After 34,987 trips to Home Depot, a visit from Uncle Troy, and countless cuss words, we have 3 walls up and tile hanging on the walls.
While we're still days away from showering in our new shower, we've proved that we're not Weekend Warriors...we're more like Week-long Warriors.

Workin' for the weekend...so cliche, but oh so true when you have weekends like this!