The day started with subterfuge. See, it’s Jeff’s birthday next week and Danielle has been running herself ragged planning a surprise birthday party for him at their community pool. So, Bryan was the “ruse” and lured Jeff away for some manly tennis, in which Bryan planned to eradicate Jeff into tiny bits of tennis dust. That part of the plan didn’t go so well, since Jeff kicked Bryan’s ass, all sets, but everything else went off without a hitch. We all completely surprised Jeff and had a wonderful day at the pool with lots of friends.
While we were chillin’ by the pool, Danielle told me that as she was shopping for party supplies, including the biggest beach ball I have ever seen, she noticed a kids snorkeling set – that she almost picked it up for Declan, except it was for ages 6 and up. When I stopped laughing, I reminded her that most days, Declan can fit his huge noggin into my hats, so age 6 might even be a little small for him.
See, the 5 of us are trying to plan a trip to Hawaii over Christmas. Expert shopper that she is, Danielle reminded me that they probably won’t have snorkeling sets in the stores at Christmas time. Good point! And Danielle is determined that Declan go snorkeling with us in Hawaii.
So, I hurried down to Target after the party and scooped up the very last snorkeling set (for ages 6 and up, of course), the very last PFD (Declan does have one but this one is more streamlined and sassy for looking at fish), and the very last pair of water shoes in his size (I have never been to Hawaii, but I imagine beaches made from lava to be jaggy).
The kid is sooo set for Hawaii.
Now we just need to practice snorkeling in the bathtub.