We are back from our last hurrah, a weekend of camping. While all the responsible folks stayed home and did their back to school laundry and sharpened their pencils, we sat by the lake and savored the last bit of summer.
Let's be honest. It was hard as hell. A nursling. Two kids in diapers. The woods. Those lakes have so much sun and sand. By nightfall my plan of building up the fire and putting my feet up with a Starr Hill Dark Star Stout dissolved into climbing into bed with the littles at nine pm. Daddy's mattress deflated, and mama was afraid to walk to the bathhouse in the dark at three am.
On saturday one of Ella's classmates was there, so she thoroughly enjoyed having another six year old to play with. On sunday some of the girls from swimming lessons were at the lake, so again she had some buddies. Not that a six year old dragging around a giant blow up turtle has any trouble making friends.
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