Weston. He was a trooper. I did not bring nearly enough swim diapers or dry clothes to keep this guy well-cared for and clean. Not surprisingly, he was in the water and sand at all times. He ate enough sand (on accident) to actually make an impressive showing in his diaper. By the end of the week he was making sure that when he had food in his hands and dropped to the ground in a tantrum (few and far between) or to just have a seat, he dropped to his palms, keeping his fingers sand-free.
I mentioned i did not bring enough swim diapers, right?
Davis. what is to say about this guy? He has really grown up and Cultus was proof for us. For starters, he was a help to us as we loaded and unloaded everything, He took care of himself, and he skiied - really skiied - around the lake.
And now, I must go. Here is what awaits me everytime I walk downstairs. The picture really does not do the mounds justice. I am guessing 10 or 11 loads. But as I told my aunt as we were swapping laundry stories, it is all worth it.
See you next year, Cultus!!