For my last Something New of the weekend, I took the jetski out alone.
The girls love the jetskis, and I ended up taking several at a time, several times on really long rides. The Little One kept yelling "Wave, Mommy!", so I'd wave at the other jetskiers.
She meant she wanted me to jump the waves.
So I did.
After feeling like a taxi service, I took it out alone.
I'd done that before, of course, but this time, I lowered the dock, and got it off the dock without a push.
Yeah, so simple a 9 year old can do it, but there was always someone around to do that for me.
I love going out alone, because I feel like James Bond or Agent 99.