Perspective

I'll admit, this past week was a little difficult. Those who know me understand that it irks me to no end to not feel in control of most things in my life. Every so often, however, the details of everyday life can become somewhat overwhelming, even to me.

The remedy for this predicament? Take a Saturday that finally feels like summer in terms of air temps. Remove all obligations. Then fill with a 38-pound dynamo who leaves me no choice but to view the world through wondrous, 4-year-old eyes.

Playing dress-up to pose for pics started out as serious business.


But quickly morphed into something a little sillier, where goofy faces and hysterical Horsky laughs simply could not be contained.



Late afternoon coaxed us out into the pool area, to lounge like ladies without a care in the world:


One of us apparently thought she was a Hollywood starlet:

Thankfully, without too much of a diva attitude.

Daddy then joined us for a good two hours in the pool before dinner, where he and Ariel diligently worked on her latest tricks.

Mermaid Crawl:


She's 4, people, and doing freestyle pretty effortlessly back and forth across the short end of the pool. Not to mention that she can do several strokes of butterfly (dolphin kick included). We're seriously waiting for the gills to sprout.

Her newest favorite water sport? Back flips with a little help from Daddy. Case in point:



Ok, ok, so maybe the landings could use a little work.

The stress of the past few days has melted away. Balance has returned.

Perspective, baby, perspective.