Welcome to the lake, memories made here

Ahh, the lake. Our once a year, real vacation. I love having nothing to do but wait for wine thirty. It's tough, but we all have to do our part. Give us swimming, boat rides, feeding the ducks, lakeside fires and we're happy campers. We keep saying we should do this, go here, do a winery tour, etc. but truthfully, once we're at the lake we really don't care to leave to do anything else.

It just so happened we were there on a weekend which a few of the neighbors had their grandchildren staying with them, so Jordan had plenty of kids to play with...especially Sarah. He was completely enamored with her. Luckily for her, there were other kids for Jordan to play with who were, thankfully, happy to play with him as well. Hopefully the neighbors will let us know when their grand kids will be up next year so we can sync plans. It was nice for everyone that it worked out that way but since we were all leaving on the same day I can only imagine the sighs of relief, number naps taken because it's finally quiet, and the toast at wine thirty that day. (You'll have to fill me in on that one, Aunt Vicki.)

With help from Uncle Ray, Jordan caught his first fish! And his second, third, you see where this is going. I can't wait to take him deep sea fishing, as much as he likes to fish he'll love that. Another first was his going on a kayak ride with Sarah...ooohhh, Jordy's got a girlfriend, Jordy's got a girlfriend!

As much as we hated to leave, we did. Again, we stopped for lunch on the way home and again we missed stopping at Cook's! After a busy vacation of playing, someone is always sleeping before we even get outside of Penn Yan and I don't have the heart to wake her him. Sitting here writing this now, I'm ready to go back. Thank you again, Aunt Vicki and Uncle Ray, for everything. Until next year...