This evening we learned pretty quickly that hanging out by the baby pool isn't always a good thing. We spent more time chasing Gavin in and out of the kiddie pool, over to the slide, across to the swing set and down the hill that our normally relaxing visit to the 'hood pool wasn't so great.

You see, tonight we decided to "be smart and take dinner with us." Our little neighborhood pool has a bajillion gas grills that anyone can use so we decided to take some burgers and dogs and kill two birds with one stone (normally, we get back, rush to put the G-man to bed and then I hurridly try to make some dinner- hopefully before 10pm). Because we were going to cook, instead of sitting on the far side of the pool (close to the deep end), we sat next to the kidde pool next to the grills. Gavin was so entralled with all the kids running around and doing whatever they wanted, he felt the need to join in.

Now, call me a stuck-up or over-cautious parent, but I don't want my little 2 year old scurrying up the slide (with no rails) and flying down it into the mud (with another random 3 year old hot on his tail). Nor do I want my kid mowed over by the big kids that raid the kiddie pool during adult swim.

Jeff and I have decided that we're "deep end" parents. We prefer the dark side of the pool. And, honestly, there seems to be a different kind of parent on that side of the pool. More relaxed, more real...less plastic. We also know that Gavin isn't as distracted on that side of the pool.

Maybe being on the far side isn't so bad after all, I'd rather be deep than shallow!