free as a bird (a naked bird)

On a particularly "warm" evening a few weeks ago, we stripped William down to nothingness after eating watermelon and let him roam around in the backyard. David filled up the watering can over and over again and gave it to Will so he could water the roses and other plants for me. I was cracking up watching his skinny, little body prance around on the grass. David would squirt him with the hose whenever he ventured near to fill up the can and scream and laugh hysterically. It made me smile so wide and I thought, "This is a perfect summer memory that I'll think back on when my children are older." I love being a mother to my boys.

And yes, I do feed him. In case you were wondering.