My mom said this out loud on Monday morning, shortly after Bryan and Grampa headed down to a nearby inlet. She was right!
Of course, the direction of the wind didn’t seem to cause Bryan too much trouble the day before…
9 Sep
8 Sep
We took advantage of the relatively calm water Sunday morning by spending a couple of hours in the boat.
Lifejacket – check. Paci – check. Two lovies ( “my lovie” and “my another lovie”) – check and check.
I bet you thought Bryan used a bigger rig to catch that catfish. You have to go with what works, though!
We were met with a gorgeous sunrise and cool temperatures.
I think Dave had the only two fish of the morning. This one spent a bit of time in the livewell to entertain the girls, but went back in the lake before we went home. Olivia noted that he had to go see his mommy.
Ava drove us back to the dock, just in time to meet Gramma and Grampa Great.
Thanks to Mom for sharing the photos from her camera. More tomorrow!
7 Sep
After a dismal showing last week, I was determined to return with a post a day this week. I thought I’d have tons of blog fodder thanks to the long holiday weekend spent at the lake with Mom and Dave. However, I forgot the camera. Hopefully, though, you’ll think bad photos taken with my phone are better than no photos at all…
Without further ado, here are a few shots from the weekend. Bryan and Dave hit the water early Saturday morning, and the girls were quite curious as to the contents of the livewell once they returned.
I think we were all a bit surprised to find it held a huge catfish, caught by the guy appropriately dressed in the “Fisher” t-shirt.
Liv needed a closer look…but not too close!
Even after some time in the livewell, the fish still weighed in at 7.9 pounds.
Believe it or not, this was just the start to Bryan’s luck on the lake this weekend. More to come soon. (Seriously this time!)
4 Aug
I joined my mother-in-law, Karyl, and my sisters-in-law, Debbie, Jess and Laura, for a quilting weekend in Nebraska last Friday through Sunday. Doug spearheaded meal preparation and childcare (with the help of Bryan, Josh and Jason, of course) leaving the girls to hours of uninterrupted sewing.
We look pretty serious in these photos Bryan snapped, but the entire weekend was relaxing and very memorable.
19 Jul
For the 33rd summer in a row, I had the luxury of vacationing on a lake in Minnesota with my grandparents, in a cabin that feels like home.
You can have your cruises and mountain hikes, your long flights and big cities. Give me a cabin on a lake, a floating raft and a few mosquito bites. Throw in some tan lines and a camp fire complete with S’mores, and that’s all I need.
I want to lay in the back cabin—windows wide open and curtains blowing in the night breeze. I want to hear the loons from across the lake. I want seaweed curling around my toes and a hammock with a perfect view. I want to hear the sound my feet make on the dock, and see the wet footprints it holds as my swimsuit-clad girls scamper back to the cabin.
I want chicken cross-fired on the grill and red wine on the deck. I want to hear hours of stories of my grandparents’ past.
I want just one more week.
I hope Ava and Olivia will grow to appreciate this amazing place as much as I do. I know they already adore the grandparents that make it all possible, and for now, that’s enough.
19 Jul
13 Jul
We drove halfway to the cabin the night of July 3rd, just after a fabulous 30th birthday party for my wonderful sister-in-law, Laura. We finished the trip the morning of the 4th, arriving at the cabin just in time for the annual Fourth of July parade.
The parade was a bit smaller than usual, but there was still free beer. The girls were far more excited about the candy and water balloons.
After the parade, we went back to the cabin. Parties sprung up around the lake, and the neighbors invited the girls over for face painting.
After a bit of swimming, Grandpa and Gramma treated us to a cookout by the fire.
And, of course, there were a few fireworks…
Happy Fourth of July!
3 Jun
This doesn’t look like an awkward family photo . . .
But check it out pre-crop.
Saying goodbye is so hard!