The summer is passing so quickly. In just a few weeks, the kids will be back in school, I will be back at work, and our days will be filled with schedules and assignments.
We have been taking great advantage of our summer this year. In addition to lots and lots (and LOTS!) of baseball, we have been swimming and planning a little cottage trip that all of us will be going on during the 3rd week of August.
We are going here: Cobden Village. Its a nice resort that has water slides, wading pools, a big lake, mini-golf, and a petting zoo...a kid and parent paradise :)
Kirby will be staying with my friend, Julie while we are away. There is just too much water at this resort for Kirby to behave himself well! He totally has the personality of whatever percentage of Newfie is in him, and he cannot stand to be within a mile of water without being in it.
With good intentions of course, he will be trying to rescue every human he spots in the water, and drag them to safety on land.
This will probably be cute for the first 100 people, but after that, it may get a little annoying.
So, he will be staying on a REAL farm with cows and kittens (and deer, and raccoon, and *eek* skunks, and things that go Bump In The Night), and of course...with his girlfriend, Millie, who might just teach him to climb a tree and not be afraid of little hoppy toads and butterflies!
I have also just returned from a week in New Hampshire with the girls. Paige came back with me, but Dakotah is staying for another two weeks or so...she always spends some time there in the summer with my family.
We had a good time - its always nice spending time with my sister and catching up on all of the gossip about the town I grew up in. I'm so shocked to see how real estate has skyrocketed in the area...the house I grew up in is now considered "prime" and its incredible the price tag that would be put on our house now.
Someday we are going to be brave and knock on the door and ask the new owners if we can see what they have done to the house.
I love old houses - love the history and character and charm that come with them. We would love to tell them stories of the house and our family growing up there...how our dog would lie behind the woodstove on cold winter mornings, and my father would simmer a big pot of apples on the top of it in the fall.
Friday would have been my dad's 75th birthday - I so would have loved him to have the chance to get old - I'm sure he would still have that funny personality, that snow white hair, and those bright blue eyes we all inherited.