Well, after almost a year away, we finally made it back to our home away from home - Lake Powell! It was heavenly! Liquid Courage (that's the name of our boat) was in pretty good shape, although we did have a few
mechanical troubles with an engine that put us in the slip with some wrench-turners for a half a day. Hey! The ol' girl was a little rusty...I know the feeling.
We had wonderful time and found a really nice beach (a rarity for a holiday weekend).
It was baby girl's first trip to Powell and she loved it.
The rocking boat (yep, it was a little windy), the warm weather
(okay, it was over a hundred most days) and lots of people to cuddle with (and feed her...thanks Aunt Tiff) put her in a pretty good mood! She did great! Woo-hoo! Another Lake Powell baby!
Tagg had a ball! An absolute ball! He got to play "cars" on the boat, play in the sand and the water, and was super good about wearing his life jacket all weekend.
Probably his favorite part of the trip was the
"tubby" in the plastic bin with his cars.
He splashed in that thing for an hour, laughing and squealing. It was hysterical. Dude, there's a whole lake out here and you want to play in THAT?
And, since we can't get him to wear a hat anymore (sad...he has so many cute, overpriced hats) we tried a bandana. It lasted for awhile but he sure doesn't look happy about it!
Since it was 4th of July weekend, we stayed in the slips the first night and watched the fireworks from the back of the boat. Both kids slept through the festivities but we all had fun. And the fireworks were surprisingly good! Who knew you could get a good show at the Bullfrog launch ramp.
We indulged Scott with his favorite activity...wakeboarding? No. Tubing? No. Walking the docks checking out the boats...YES! Tagg enjoyed it about as much as mommy. I just didn't have a stroller to sack out in.
Other than the busted engine and a dead battery, the only real drama we had was a classic Lake Powell wind storm on Sunday. Hate those! It was crazy with boats losing anchors, a rope twisted around a friend's props (required scuba gear, a fishing knife, and someone who knows how to use it), beached wave runners and a lost raft or two. The kids and the boat made it through just fine.
Me? Clocked in the forehead, bleeding like a pig. Luckily a Bandaid fixed the problem, no stitches required, no black eye...just a nice scab and bruise to come home with.
fresh out of the oven within a half-hour, read all new books and play with all new toys, throw balls in
the pond forever, and see my favorite cousins. And let's don't even talk about the Grandpas (aka
Papa and Bompa). They're good for wrestling and shoulder rides, hugs and night-night stories and fixing bumps with bandaids. Most of all, we love Grandmas and Grandpas for all the love they share with us. We see it in their eyes, hear it in their "I love you's" and feel it in their hugs.
