Last Friday, we headed to the river house for our family’s week at Blue Run.
It’s one of our favorite places for sure. We say it a lot, but DW and I want to retire there someday…with a house that also has a shed big enough to park his future motor home in. :)
We’d packed the car with everything I thought we’d need. But of course, I always forget something. When we got to the river, I realized it was the ONE thing AB requested we bring… her “ninos”, “Pinky & Pete”… In the most dramatic show of her life, she threw her hand over her face and said, “Oh, NOOOOOOO! My Ninos!!!” Thankfully Pappy & Nie-Nie picked them up on their way back down on Saturday morning. All was right in AB’s plastic-yard-ornament-loving-world, until Tuesday when she saw them getting rained on. I assured her they were fine and they were just “getting a bath.” We have a beach vacation planned at the end of August with my parents, and I am sure Pinky & Pete will be headed to Destin with us then, too.
DW, Me & AB
Our nephew, Warren, doing a flip the SECOND time he’d ever jumped off the diving board! He’s FOUR and FEARLESS.
“Aunt Nen” looking oh-so-cute in her flippers and float!
The boat crew…
Taylor, AB & Kels
DW & Pappy taking a river-bath. Nine summers ago, on my first trip with Devin, I thought they were all crazy when they busted out the shampoo and soap to bathe in the river! It’s a tradition and one I’m thankful to now be part of. :) The men in this family will proudly tell you they’ve NEVER stepped foot in the bathtub at the river house. The women will all tell you we have. :)
Our girl and her favorite part of ANYWHERE we go…playing with her #1 guy, Daddy.
The week offered a little less sunshine, but that’s okay, we still had lots of fun.
Netting for minnows…
and just watching AB be so dang cute…
She also showed off her swimming skills and ventured into the water by herself. The water was low, and she scored a new pair of swimmy shoes on our of our Wal-Mart runs, so she was able to stand and walk in the water alone.
The first day we were there, she even dove down to the bottom to pick up rocks, but for some reason wouldn’t do it again the whole week. Who knows… She’s definitely two & a half years old, and has a mind of her own.
Of course there are tales to tell from our week on the river, but I’ll save those for another day…