He had to balance the gutter tube just right on the swing set ladder in order for the hose to stay put and allow the water to flow down into the pool.
He has also become really lovey towards Sam, always hugging him and saying, "I love you, Sam." It's the cutest thing ever. 
Sam on the other hand is still our Mr. Independent. He cries ten trillion times less than Bo, is super strong willed, and a huge klutz (sorry, bud, you get that from me). Just this week alone he has had a black eye and road rash on his forehead. The kid is fearless. He's 13 months old and was going down the slides at the playgound today all by himself (and these were not baby slides). He amazes me everyday. 
We had a wonderful time (until Wes ruptured his biceps tendon late Saturday night lifting the raft back on the trailer, but that's a whole other post in itself) full of friends, great weather, 4-wheeler rides, lots of yummy food, fishing, and fun.