Last weekend, after Johnny's birthday party, we drove up to my family's mountain "cabin" (most people prefer to call it a log home or, even, "chateau"). It's just such a gorgeous location. I hadn't taken Jack there since he was 9 months old because, during that visit, he refused to sleep at all during the night and it drove John and me to the edge of insanity. But I was excited to take him this time now that he's so mature.
First he just wanted to explore the yard and all the bushes and dirt and rocks. He loved it.
Then we decided to be adventurous and take a walk to the lake. Of course Jack had to take along his best friend.
He really enjoyed spending so much time with his grandpa and grandma who he loves so much. It's so fun to hear him call everyone by name and look forward to seeing them.
Of course, he insisted upon playing the "1, 2, 3, swing!" game while we walked. It's not my best angle but he was so cute and squealing with joy.
He ran for half the journey and we finally made it to the bear at the top of the hill.
Of course, after all that physical exertion, Jack was begging for his "fish!" so we stopped for a goldfish snack.
The highlight though was definitely throwing rocks in the lake. Wow. It blew Jack's mind. He took his grandpa's lead and started heaving big rocks in with all his might. "Plop!" he yelled as they went in and splashed.
After our long walk Jack took his first ever (and probably last ever) car ride up the hill without a car seat. He was STOKED and couldn't stop looking out the window.
Here are a few more pics from our time up at the cabin....
kicking back and getting away from it all.
bathing like a fancy boy
that's one happy boy
