Taking a half day on Friday so we can all go to SeaWorld, for the first time.
Seeing Shamu jump out of the water, for the first time.
Eating popcorn, for the first time.
Figuring out that shoelaces work great as dental floss - after eating popcorn - for the first time.
Saturday morning cartoons while sipping orange juice, in the big bed.
A 2-year old triplet friends birthday party on a Saturday afternoon. (As an FYI - there were 4 sets of 20-24 month old triplets at that table ... all sitting perfectly still and eating. I never would have believed it if I hadn't witnessed it with my own two eyes.)
Playing with a balloon, for the first time.
Jumping in a ball pit, for the first time.
Sitting in a jacuzzi, for the first time. (Sorry - mom didn't bring her camera to the pool. Too bad, this was a really cute scene.)
Picnics on a lazy Sunday beneath a shady tree.
Running through a fountain at our local park, for the first time.
Kicking a ball with dad, for the umpteenth time.
Drawing with sidewalk chalk, for the first time.
These are the best days of our lives and I don't want the joy and excitement over experiencing simple things for the first time - to ever end.
But, the full-out-temper-tantrums with arched backs and legs kicking when we left SeaWorld. And the birthday party. And the pool. And the park. And while in the middle of Target with two things crossed off my list and twelve more critical items to go ... I'm ready for those to end. Infact, it would be nice if they ended tomorrow - because I am in dire need of diapers.