old men and the sea..er, lake!

Oh screw it, I hate Hemingway anyway: masogynist bastard.
So the boys got their first taste of Lake Winnipesaukee a few weeks ago.
Could these swimsuits be any cuter? Don't they look like little old men? Thanks grammy, for all the baby shopping you do on your lunch hour.

I wish this photo better reflected Ethan's utter glee for aquatics. He shreiked with laughter from the time we entered to the time we exited the lake. Kicking his feet and making a splash never fails to shock and delight him, over and over again. The water has a calming effect on Emmet. Upon submergion he gets super chill, and far too fascination by the environment to look at mommy or daddy or Nana with the camera.

This day also marked their first introduction to Mila, daughter of Tara and grandchild of Gail, my very best Lake friends who I totally grew up with in this very spot where we swam -- at the colony beach, none of us colony members any longer. But after 20-odd years of ownership, we'll always claim squatters rights.



Here on the same beach where Tara and I and all the other kids offered up variety shows for the adults while they sucked down G & T's at 'happy hour," Mila becomes more familiar with the twins. She finds their belly buttons compelling, and will chase both Ethan & Emmet scurrying across the blanket for a chance to poke their navels.

Babies, they're so ... chubby :)