Andy and I are generally opposed to Crocs (Andy always forgets what they're called and calls them Gators) because they're just ugly and ghetto. But this morning we went to Wal-Mart (I know, it just keeps getting more ghetto) and bought the boy a pair so that he would have something that he could wear to walk around in water without ruining his sneakers. Calvin loves them! They seem to be really comfortable and light-weight, so his parents may just need to revise their stance on said shoes.
Calvin was squatting down playing, and I called out his name for him to turn so I could get a picture of his face. He lost his balance and fell down. This is him glaring at me accusingly while pointing out his soaked clothing.
My cute dad in his hat and waders. He looks like a grandpa to me this way. Mine was always wearing work boots and a cowboy hat, so it just seems to me like the right kind of uniform for a grandpa.
Although Mariah did lower herself long enough to step in and take a picture with all the sisters and the kids. Left to right: Maria, Alicia, Aysha, Carrie, Aby, Mariah, Miriam, Me, and Calvin.