Olan quite enjoyed himself, as always, though the excitement and joy of being there left him wakeful and bright-eyed until after 10:00 both nights! We were up in the loft on Saturday night, I was trying to convince him to sleep and he kept saying "aren't you so happy to be at the cottage Mommy?" as if that was the only thing that mattered. After all, who needs sleep when you're lying in bed breathing that pine scented air off the lake listening to cry of the loon? I love my little cottager.
Pushing the dock in. Olan was very helpful and kept encouraging Dad and I "you're doing a GREAT job Mommy."
Peeking at me from the dock
Playing in the rowboat
Hanging out, fireside
Sausages over the fire, yum!
Marshmellow roast. Officially Olan's favourite new dessert. Wait until he tries a s'more :)
Bathtime!
Off for an adventure in the kayak!
The manly men putting Jaws in.
Olan watching in wistful adoration, wishing that he was a manly-man who could help (you can see the Eagle landing on the rocks in the distance)
The eagle has a fish!
Cottage lunch
Olan, trying to convince me that he could have his afternoon nap in the hammock.
Showing off his casting skills
First local corn. There is no taste like it in the world.
Dorks, oh dorks.
