We are home.
The three days spent focused on Great-Aunt Mel’s funeral passed without any extra trouble. BabyGirl was happy to stay at camp with Aunt Robin and JediBoy was good as gold during the service, paying attention and asking suitably thoughtful questions.
The rest of the week, my kids turned to the lake for endless entertainment.
JediBoy loved the paddleboat, now that he can reach the pedals himself. He was a water-boy, an explorer, more outgoing and independent than ever before. He made an eight-year-old friend four camps up the lake and spent large parts of Saturday and Sunday out with him, roaming the land and shore between our two camps (all the camps in between are either family or friends). Another night, he went over to talk to the fifteen-year-old girl at the campfire next door, and stayed with her for an hour an a half, roasting marshmallows and talking.
He would finish breakfast in the morning and announce, “I’m heading out!” and be gone for a nice long stretch of time. He collected rocks and built a sand-and-rock city. Uncle Mark caught a fish and was nice enough to save us a few scales to examine plus the fish tail and spine to bring home and explore further. Uncle Roo helped him build a plaster volcano. PisecoDad took him on the JetSki and let him drive the party barge. We saw several seagulls catching fish and one eagle out fishing. We heard lots of loons. We watched a lightning-storm beyond the hills. JediBoy read and played games with the grown-ups and played his DS after dinner.
BabyGirl learned to love the chilly lake. She liked to go wading and loved to be paddle-boated around by JediBoy.
She learned to climb up and down the cement pilings to get herself in and out of the lake, jumped off the dock into our arms, fed the ducks and played with her friends C. and A. She loved camp food too, especially pancakes in the morning and hot dogs at night.
It’s hard to adjust to life at home after all that sweet time. I will miss seeing this every morning, too.
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