Water baby

In terms of fun per dollar, inflatable pools are probably the best deal on the planet. London and I had a lot of fun with ours in Merced last summer, and both sets of grandparents have one. Papa set this one up in the backyard on Thursday, when London's great-grandparents Bud and Oni, Aunt Sarah, and cousins Abby and Caty came for a visit.


Abby and Caty would run and jump into the pool. By the way, am I a great photographer or what? This shot of Abby in midair ought to be on the cover of Sports Illustrated.


Caty also got some serious air-time.


Tiny Man didn't have quite enough oomph for air travel, though. Instead he would run up to the pool, throw a leg over the rim, and plunge in with whatever momentum he had left. He didn't care that it wasn't actually a jump, and neither did the rest of us.


The kids played like this for literally hours.


Here's London piling in again...


...and going back for more. Makes me feel like a kid again.

We got another great London word today. London was watching Stuart Little for the first time, which has a villianous falcon named simply Falcon. London had never tried to say "falcon" before, and it came out "Funkin'."

Any of us: You mean Falcon?
London: It's Funkin'!