We packed the boys up on Friday and headed up the road (into what, to me, still seems like the middle of nowhere) to the Shealy's lake house. We spent the weekend soaking up the sun in the boat, on the dock, and in the water. (And, I am proud to say that we went through almost 2 whole spray bottles of sunscreen - SPF 85. No skin cancer here, thank you very much!) Despite a middle of the night roach encounter and no central air and only one bathroom we enjoyed ourselves very much!
I am also proud to tell you that I finally have photographic proof that I can indeed get up on a pair of skis! (I did it for the first time - after several years of trying - at the end of last summer.)
And, of course, so can Wes. He is much better than me and can stay up for a lot longer. However, I am convinced that of the two of us, I fall way more gracefully!
Noah had a blast on the boat too. He really enjoyed tubing with Wes. He also decided to give it a try all on his own because Pops promised that if Noah could prove he was brave enough, there would be a pair of his very own skis waiting for him next time. So Noah did it - and promptly asked for Wes to get back in. Not because he was afraid mind you - he wasn't - but because he can't stand to go more than a minute and a half without someone to chat with. Being in the tube by himself must have been horrifying for him.
And while we were enjoying all the water sports, Liam was hanging out with Nana at the house. He was not a fan of his life jacket and therefore much preferred pushing his cart of Lego's around the porch. (And, by the way, he is walking for real now. Everywhere. We are calling him our little penguin.)
Noah was very sad when we came home today. We had to promise over and over that we would go back to the lake soon. And I do believe that we will!
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