The flight up to the beautiful Northwoods? Pretty great. See?
And he wasn't even drugged! At all!
Let's not even talk about the flight home, okay? Seriously. I have video evidence of its atrocity, which I'm not going to share, because you don't even WANT to know what a kid sounds like after he's kicked and screamed and terrorized a flight of 100+ people going from the very northern part of the States to the very southern part of the States. You also don't even want to imagine the LOOKS those people give the helpless parents of said kicking screaming terrorizer. Like we were just sitting there sipping bub and playing kissy face instead of resisting the urge to open the emergency exit and JUST JUMP TO END THIS ALREADY.
We tested out the yachttoon.
Even considering the hellish 3+ hour travel time back into the ATX ... The Family Funfest at the Lake was FANTASTIC. My family is as they always are - fun and warm and hilarious. There were aunts and uncles and cousins and a grandpa and a super surprise fly-in from the red eye flight queen herself, my sister! Or Duane, if you please. (I was told we were going to the airport to pick up keys to a rental cabin from some dude named Duane. I waited in the car with Bug and Nicki while mom took Vivi in to get these "keys" from "Duane". Then I heard Nicki say "here comes your mom with Duane!" and I turned to see Duane looked very little and suspiciously female and oddly enough, holding my baby and ... oh-my-freaking-goodness ... it was MEGAN! Who will hereby be referred to as Duane forever and ever.) Anyway, the whole weekend was a whole lot of fun, J survived kissing his 20s goodbye (thank you for helping with that rough goodbye, beer) and I can't even believe my good fortune to have all these wonderful people in my life to love me and J and our babies. So lucky. And now, a bunch of pictures.
Vivian met the lake.
Vivian loved the lake.
Bug met the jet ski. He was dubious, but only for a moment, then he was like "OMG THIS IS AWESOME" and screamed any time the jet ski left the dock without him on it.
She floats just fine, even with 16 onboard.
Boating is all about fashion.
And stepping on that poor doggy's toes with your fancy pink "choos".
Grandpa loves his youngest grandbaby and youngest great grandbaby.
Clearly, the girls love him right back.
Anderson puts safety first.
Lawn mowing drownings are a REAL THREAT, people.
Auntie loving while Republican bib wearing.
A mysteriously tall looking brother with his sisters.