memorial day.

Here I am blogging about Memorial Day when it's practically the Fourth of July. Better late than never. We spent the weekend at the lake. Just a short getaway in between work shifts. P loves the lake house. He talks about it all.the.time. "Mama, when can we go to the lake? Did that man fix our boat at the lake? I want to go swimming at the lake. Where is my wheel barrow from the lake?" And on and on and on. We love the lake house, too. It's our getaway from reality. While building our lake house, we dreamed of spending summers there and hoped that our children would love it there as much as we do. So far, so good. I just wish we had more time to spend down there.



Throwing rocks at Goat Island.


The boat still lulls him to sleep. Every.single.time. He's such an angel.


We are headed down to the lake again for the Fourth, only this time we'll be roughing it a little. Our heart pine flooring has been ripped out and there are holes in the drywall. Maybe it will feel like camping. More on that later. Happy Fourth of July!