Seriously, Zach looks forward to this spring ritual as much as I do. The marina FINALLY turns the dockside water back on for the season, the sun is FINALLY shining, and we get to scrub months and months worth of goo and grime and guck from the cockpit.
(Seriously, how GROSS is that? This is what lies beneath our raised plastic paneling that normally covers the cockpit floor. I tore that out to reveal this scene. Then I power washed the floor panels while the swabbie worked on this mess.)
(Zach and best buddy Miss T helping to clean the cockpit, age 3)
(Same ritual, age 4)
(be careful people, he's got a hose and he knows how to use it)
Zach proved himself most useful this year, crawling into the tight spaces my already expanding belly wouldn't allow me to reach. It's amzing how genuinely useful he can be at just age 5. It's not just busy work, he's really helping.
All I have to do is grab the hose and the brush, and he's suddenly dying to lend a hand. I love that he's still at an age where a hose is all he needs for fun. Today I kept imagining a teenage version of Z, moaning and rolling eyes and asking for payment for a chore like this. I figure I would show him these photos and remind him how much fun swabbing the decks can be. And if he doesn't believe me and skulks off like a teenager, then I'll hand the hose to his little sister/ brother to be and start all over again.