We had a fun Saturday morning of swimming, splashing, kicking, and (especially) jumping from the edge of the pool and into Daddy’s arms. Poor little fella was exhausted when we came home; he could barely lift his head up, though he kept insisting ‘No, I’ll wake up.’ He did, after a two hour nap – and he came back stronger than ever, chock full o’beans and energy. Here he is near the end of his lunch: dancing, singing, modeling mommy’s slippers, and just generally being Nyan.