My Mom and Dad took me down to Lake Powell with my Grandma and Grandpa. I'm always super excited to get onto my Grandpa's big boat.
The water this weekend has been amazing. Not too cold.
In fact, I love jumping off the boat to my Dad. He always gets me excited by saying, "1....", but I mess with him by saying "3, 2", instead of "2, 3".
My Dad let me drive the seadoo, but I think that's just because it was on a bunch of sand and couldn't go anywhere.
This is my Dad wakeboarding. Maybe he'll teach me to do that when he gets a little older.
