Got milk?

What separates the big boys from the little boys

Olan and his Grandpa were quite busy with all their projects this weekend. The main one was to make a "sandbox" of sorts down at the shore. They needed to move a bunch of big rocks, go get a couple loads of sand down the driveway and then fill in the sandbox. Olan was thrilled... a BIG boy project. Grandpa got him all revved up about doing it and when we got to school on Friday he announced to his teachers and friends that "on the weekend I will go with my Grandfather and we will take the trailer and make me a big sandpile". 

They had a blast doing it and though he ran out of steam at the end he wasn't too tired to invent his own ingenious trailer, which Grandpa tested out, much to Olan's delight!

Thankfully he has work gloves just his size- Great Grandma B. sent them down for him!

Driving to get sand, wild and free in the car!

Fairly pleased with his monster sand pile

Testing out Olan's trailer. Such a proud moment for him, I'll never forget it!

The last gasp of summer

I have so, so, SO many pictures to post from our crazy vacation but the sheer number of both photos and accompanying stories have me paralyzed. They, and you, will have to wait a bit longer.

I can report that we just had a fantastic long weekend at the cottage. The weather was sublime and I think that every single muscle in my body took a turn chilling out... and many of them at the same time! We built a sandbox, Olan milked a cow and had his first waterfight. And it all happened in the last rays of summer sun.