It's Summer, It's Winter, It's Summer, It's Winter . . .

In the spirit of the crazy weather we have been having where one day it is blistering cold and the next day it is breezy and balmy, I thought I would continue to show you pictures from last summer (since I am still half a year behind). So, if you put in a little Jimmy Buffet or Bob Marley, make a little something cold to drink, wear some flip flops and (depending on the day) open your windows, you might actually feel like it is summer outside.


One of our adventures this summer was being able to enjoy a lake house. We had such a restful, peaceful time. It was wonderful to have our days filled with nothing but fishing, swimming, and canoeing or kayaking around the lake.

The boys would get up first thing and want to go out to go fishing. They would fish with daddy for hours. Content to cast and pull up fish. Mitch spent his time untangling fishing line, baiting hooks, and getting lines un-stuck. Mommy spent her time drinking coffee and reading a magazine while ooohing and aaahhing over the spoils.

When they would tire of fishing we would don our life vests and either go swimming or kayak or pile all of us in a canoe and traverse the lake. We discovered nooks and crannies around the cove and would go out into the main channel to a sand bar we discovered. This became our daily ritual; canoe out to the sand bar and spend a couple of hours tromping around in the mud, having mud ball fights and swimming.

Mitch and I still laugh at ourselves, schlepping them around the lake to the chorus of "How much longer til we get there," "I'm hungry," "Sit down Daniel," "I wanna get out," "You can't lean over Daniel you'll dump us all out . . ."

I was very thankful for the opportunity to take them to a lake and thankful for the family bonding time.

And thankful that for the entire week, "doing laundry" consisted of this: