It's a tough job, but someone has to do it

If Memorial Day is any sort of indicator of what our summer is going to look like, we've got a fun couple of months ahead of us.

We splashed in the backyard pool. And not just a little bit...we're talking big splashes, down-the-slide-backwards splashes, leaping-in-with-two-feet-splashes...the kind of splashes that would make for really great pictures, if the kids weren't trying so hard to soak their parents.

Caleb finally discovered his love of the water. He's not quite as adventurous as his sister yet, but he's getting there. So while Caleb climbed in and out of the pool head first and up and down the slide, Justin occupied himself with teaching our 2.75-year-old how to go down the slide backwards and upside down while holding her feet in the air. These sort of make-mom-hold-her-breath-and-hope-for-the-best activities are right up her alley. I'm not sure what I'll do if Caleb ends up being as wild as she is, which he's well on his way to doing.

Abby swung super high on our backyard tree swing. And by super high, I mean so high that Justin had to fully extend his reach to touch the swing at its highest point. She got it in her head that she wanted to kick the leaves on the branch above her, and her dad was more than happy to try to help her meet her goal. I went inside and made pasta salad. It was too terrifying to watch.

Justin smoked some amazing ribs for dinner, and was so proud of how they turned out that he even shared some with our neighbor, just to establish once and for all who the real grillmaster on our street is.

And I took it easy. I propped my feet up by the kiddie pool and watched as my kids wore themselves out. Then I propped my feet up on the deck and watched as they wore their dad out. And when bedtime rolled around, we all crashed.

Days like this remind me why I have the best job in the world.