We spent the fourth of July up at the cottage this year. And like every trip up there, we had the most amazing time. Luckily the whole family was able to go this time – all 13 of us in our tiny little cabin (well, and two tents).
Obviously I took a bunch of pictures. But this time I was pretty good about intentionally putting my camera down quite a bit so I could just enjoy (hence, totally dropping the ball on getting a full family picture). I’m now left feeling like I should have captured so much more, but I’m glad I did it this way. I was still able to get way more shots than I’m able to share on here, and I accomplished my goal of getting a picture of all three of the little ones genuinely smiling for the camera. (Just wait for it. It’s really good, I swear.)
So since the weekend was pretty much filled with boating, paddle boarding, fishing, swimming and sitting happily on the dock, I’ll leave most of the explanation out of this post. But I do want to put down a few things – mostly just for my sake so I don’t forget.
For one, my siblings are hilarious. Suggestions such as saying “you’re welcome” after passing gas, and naming our child Boulder just to call him Rock, were just a couple of the funnier moments. There was also Greg’s smack-talking about our little ground fireworks to our neighbors shooting off the big dogs that got us going. Oh, and the song Joe and I made up about 2 little loons going out to play… that was pretty good, too. I know these little things mean nothing to you. Even if I explained them, they probably wouldn’t be funny. I just really want to remember…
Also, the fishing this year was the best it has been in what feels like forever. For a long time, the fish populations were seriously depleted, but it seems the crappies and perch are coming back with a vengeance – something we’re always happy to see. Plus, some of the bass we caught were as big as I’ve ever seen them. I spent our last evening out in the boat with just my parents, which is a rare treat for me, and I will definitely cherish that hour I had with them.
Finally, I want to mention that my mom and Greg were, in fact, there. For some reason I have zero good pictures of either of them. Sorry guys. We’ll get a good one of you two during the cribbage tournament this year to make up for it. :)
OK, so without further ado, here are my favorite pics…
These pictures of Jenna and Kate in the tent crack me up.
I can only imagine what their conversation was about… but if I had to guess, I would say it had something to do with s’mores.
The week prior to going up, I spent every night prepping Kate for our time, telling her all the fun things we’d do, and explaining to her that this was my favorite place in the world. While we were there, she kept asking me if the cottage was one of my places.
“Yes , honey, this is definitely one of my places.”