Oh, right. We have a blog! Been awhile, but it's Summertime and important things beckon, such as shooting blowdart guns, running through sprinklers, and sexting like teenagers.
Anywho, over Memorial Day weekend, Chris, Nicky & I were out in Long Island swimming around in the pool and I started thinking about a lady mystery I have yet to solve: Why don't Moms ever get their hair wet in the pool? Other than after a shower, I can count on one hand the number of times I have seen my Mom's hair wet. We belonged to the community pool growing up and I remember me & my brother jumping off the diving board or Dad's shoulders and our Mom would be hanging out by the side with the other Moms doing that mom-kick thing, or kind of float around doing that breast-stroke/dog-paddle mom-swim whilst yelling "DON'T SPLASH ME!!" No tea parties, no underwater breath-holding contests, no fish out of water games. And chicken fights? Don't even ask.