Poor Emma

Poor Emma has been waiting for me to put up her real swimming pool for this summer. I keep telling her that as soon as the deck is done I will put it up. I think I should probably put it up tomorrow since I have the day off and she is getting desperate. As I was posting the last entry on this blog, she came running into the house and informed me that she made her own swimming pool. She took the lid to the sandbox off and filled it with water. She loves cold water...what a nut. Anyway, here she is with her cool crab goggles from aunt Stacy and the progress grandpa is making on the deck. Oh yea, and she found this half dead, broken winged butterfly in the yard. yuck.