A Day At The Park

 We spent a couple hours at a park in Spartanburg last weekend.  It was our first time there and won't be our last.  We've been wanting to get Sammy in some water (other than the tub that he's not very fond of) and they had several ponds with ducks here.  I was thinking he would see the water and just jump right in.  Well, it took some time, but he finally convinced himself to get in.

 So he sniffed the water from a safe distance for a good 30 minutes, then finally stepped in.  Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that I think the main reason he wanted to get in the water was because of the ducks you see in the distance.  He LOVES birds.  He loves them so much he would marry every single one he met if we let him. :)

 Feeling brave--ready to venture a little further.

 Ooh--just got scary.  Where's the dry ground?!

Maybe from a different angle.

 Nope.  Still scary.  But hey, this was his first time to actually swim!

 Sammy didn't get the ducks today, but he looks forward to trying again soon.

Flossing

Be warned. This is a completely random post.

Travis takes FOREVER flossing his teeth. Seriously, he could sit down and floss for 30 minutes, watching tv, having a conversation with me, or whatever. And flossing back and forth the whole time. Last night he brushed his teeth, mouthwashed, and then said, "Did I forget to floss?" (with a worrisome look on his face). I said, "Yes, but unless you can do it in under a minute, then I wouldn't even start." It was 11:30pm and I knew that he could sit there flossing until midnight. He scoffed and said, "I can totally do it in under a minute." At which point I started counting, "60, 59, 58...." He quickly grabbed the floss container, pulled out a piece, and speedily began flossing. He got flustered every time I got to a new group of 10's. He kept telling me to slow down (I was counting very slowly). Apparently, when you're anxious, it's not so easy getting the floss between the teeth. He was having a difficult time. I continued, "4, 3, 2, 1..." "Done!" he exclaimed with triumph. I gave him a pat on the back and started walking out to the living room. He said, "I'll be right there..." I knew exactly what that meant. And I responded, "If you're going to go in the bathroom and finish flossing, then you're totally a cheater." I knew by the look on his face, that was exactly what he was planning. He started sputtering like a boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar, "But... well... I just... just a little... please?"

Totally a cheater.