When Mommy Chick and Daddy Dude found out I was stowing away in her tummy, they started talking about finding a new house. We live in a super cute Old Florida bungalow deal. It actually belonged to my great-grandparents. MC thinks sometimes they come visit me from the other side. She thinks that because weird things happen, like my swing turns itself on and I like to talk to air. All sorts of freaky stuff like that has always happened to MC, and maybe one day I'll let her do a guest post to tell you all about it.
Anyway, that's my really long-winded way of telling you that we have not found a new house and I'd say we will probably be in our bungalow for another year or so. Our pool-less bungalow, that is.
So MC and I are entertaining the idea of a little baby pool for me. The problem is that my Big Brown Dog will probably dive in and pop it. And by "probably," I really mean "definitely."
I was reading Allyson and Dave yesterday and she mentioned this fabulous whale pool from Pottery Barn Kids. It even has a blow hole! You can have your very own whale for $59.
I am resisting telling you that it looks like a whale of a good time. That would be cheesy and I frown upon cheese. It makes me toot.