Now, for those of you from the US, this is nothing like a country Thanksgiving. It’s just that my family’s thanksgiving was at my grandparents cottage, and Bo’s family’s was at his aunts in the city. So, country Thanksgiving.
It was, by far, the best weekend for Thanksgiving that we could remember. It felt like a summer day, nice and warm and sunny without any breeze, just absolutely perfect. This is especially important because it’s the day Bo and Tim have to get in the lake to take out the railways and the dock. Lucky them.
Oh, and because my family can’t do anything without something going wrong (or a trip to the hospital which, knock on wood, hasn’t happened in a few years), the winch for the second railway broke so they had to spend a few hours driving around town to find a new one. Lucky me, Oliver and Anna, we stayed home because Oliver was sick and showed up just a couple of hours before dinner. Lucky, smart, call it what you want.
Here’s my adorable Anna taking a nap just before we left the house.
Oliver bee-lined it down to the water to see everyone, especially Daddy.
Then he had to get in there and help. “Hummm, I wonder…”
“Papa, did you try looking under here?”
Once he solved the winch problem, it was time to start throwing rocks into the water.
Harvesting rocks from behind the railway. You know, the rocks that were actually bought and put there for a reason. Well…
Slowly but surely he’s transporting them all into the lake.
This boy LOVES throwing rocks in the water. I can’t wait until he’s old enough to learn how to skip them. That’s when the betting can start. Yes, I’m a horrible parent.
There were also a ton of little fishes swimming around at the shore to watch.
My Oliver related highlight of the day? The chucks we bought him last March in Florida finally fit.
We threw some leaves off of the balcony.
And we ran around a lot. All with a fever of 100.3. There is just no keeping this child still.
Our race was destracted by a grasshopper.
And in looking back to watch a boat go by.
Once the sun went down, it was time to play inside with cousin Jake.
And you see those two toys? The car and the smurf train? They were mine, lol.
Oliver was tired of waiting for everyone to sit down for dessert, so he climbed up into Mommy’s chair, grabbed a spoon, and dug in to the pumpkin cheesecake he helped me make.
Such a goof, but you can’t help but love him!
Poor cheesecake, lol!