We woke to a beautiful day so Vitamin-O and I packed up the car with snacks and hit the road. We decided to attend a nice small remembrance day ceremony at a little seaside town near the cottage. The ceremony was perfect, Olan size. He got to march along with the band, and has a new interest in the tuba as a result. "Mommy I HEAR tuba... you hear TUBA???". It was beautiful and sunny and we watched it all from a nice mossy stone wall. The water sparkled and after the moment of silence at 11:00 the bagpipes started and a huge helicopter flew right over our heads. It made every hair on my head stand up. Olan was enchanted.
When we were planning the day Olan specifically insisted on "go cottage Mommy... NOW" as part of it all. Of course it wasn't until we got to the cottage that I realized that he thought that Grandpa would be there and that it would be warm enough to go swimming. Whoops! Lesson learned: Cottage does not exist in perfect bubble where leaves are always on trees, lake is always waiting to be jumped in, boat is tied to dock, cottage is full of people and fun. Once it all sank in he still had a pretty good time racing around and rediscovering toys he hasn't seen in WEEKS. He even ran around with a barenakedbutt once I turned the little heater on.
Watching everyone warm up
Picture-perfect ocean day
Watching the parade
At the cottage, "swim duck... go swim!"
Happy that his big sandpile was EXACTLY as he's left it.
This boy could swing here alllllll day
"No pants Mommy, no more pants!"
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