Up north.

It's a sad thing when the second time you can get "up north" during a whole summer is August 25th. Jenny, the boys and I had a good time just chillin at the cabin. Late Saturday evening the moon was spectacular over the lake. I wasn't quick enough to get to the camera for the big moon with the sunset colors...the moon was very bright making it look like rather light out.



The boys banging out a tune on Nana Sue's piano. The racket tends to cut through the relaxing up north silence but hey, they're cute so who could argue?



A completely unprompted big brother hand holding event during our walk around the lake.



Old Carter got up on the bench all by himself...the daredevil in him is still alive and kicking eventhough the day before he had a spectacular crash backwards that landed him with chin cut that left us pondering the need for stitches. The good thing about having a close knit up-north community is that frequently you can always rustle up a doctor for a vacation consult. No stiches needed. :)



What summer is supposed to be about...a walk around the like with a cute boy.