Memorial Day at the lake

Chuck, Tate and I headed to Mountain Home for Memorial Day weekend. The weekend served as our last hoorah before baby Henry arrives. While Chuck and I didn't do anything too wild and crazy Tate seemed to have a big time splashing in the water, clowning around on the boat and floating in the tube.






Of course it wasn't all fun in the sun... there was some napping too. My little guy smooth passed out on two occasions -- once with his sippy cup still in hand...



and again while I was pulling a family friend on the wakeboard. He actually crashed in an upright position. Because the sun was shining brightly we covered him up with a towel. Every so often you would hear a rather loud snore come from underneath the Scooby towel.