Now that I'm almost two months behind, how about I'll share some pictures of our great midwestern vacation of 2012. We started in Wisconsin, and our first stop was the cabin. Last year, I spent much of my time there moping and pissing about forgetting the battery for my camera. A mistake I did not repeat.
It was a beautiful Wisconsin summer day, I had my camera, and life was good.
Greta went swimming for sticks.
I took pictures of stuff I don't see in Florida.
Husband took video and Lily did...something with sticks.
Ben was silly and all was well.
We had a picnic on the deck, and Lily got the first of her birthday presents -- a fishing pole. A
princess fishing pole. For the official record, I got no such fishing pole. I got my brother's old one or somesuch thing.
In the weeks leading up to our trip, Lily chattered regularly about going fishing. I wondered how my girly girl would react when the first worm got pulled out of a foam box of dirt. All she knew of fishing she learned from watching Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck catch red gooey fish in Star Lake.
Here we go.
Bacca hooked the first worm for her and showed her what to do. She watched intently.
In less than 60 seconds, they had their first catch. I didn't even have time to adjust the settings on my camera - obviously.
She was proud.
Then it was time to
touch the fish and take him off the hook. The look on her face was priceless, but she was still in the game.
She not only touched it (with princess pole in hand), she actually held the fish. For at least a second before he flopped out.
By the time we were done, she caught and released four little fish, and I realized that I had once again underestimated my little girl.
Then it was time to leave dry land, and we all piled into the pontoon for a ride around the lake. (Technically, it's not a lake, but you really don't care about the difference. Trust me.)
It was a bit of tight fit, but we were all aboard.
And everyone was so happy that I had my camera this time.
See how happy?
YAY CAMERA!
And so I got to take more pictures of things I don't see in Florida.
Meanwhile, poor Ben is not acclimated for 75-degree weather, so he stuck his head in the lake. I was a little relieved when he resurfaced without a fish in his mouth.
The last stop on our tour was our old swimming beach. When we were kids, Bacca and Grandma Louise used to take us out here. It wasn't much, but it has a nice sandy bottom and we loved it.
We didn't have enough time for swimming this time, but there was enough time for Lily to need the bathroom. So Khan took her to the only one available.
Which was perfect for her. She surprises me yet again.
