Before you ask me what Wyatt is doing, rest assured that your guess is as good as mine, and I took the picture. Dancing? Mid-tantrum? I really don't remember.
We walked up to the beach today (for those unfamiliar with Morden, there is a long winding path through the golf course to the beach with a very steep hill and few smaller hills along the way), that was an adventure. By the time we got up to the beach, I was very much wishing that we had taken our swimming gear so we could go hop in the lake. It was much hotter than I thought it would be! As a result, Paige did not sleep and fussed most of the way back (even through the golf course, despite my best efforts to convince her that no one golfing wanted to hear her cry). Hopefully we can get in one more trip to the beach, although this weekend may be busy, what with the Corn and Apple Festival toxifying the town once again. Not that I don't appreciate what the festival brings in for our town, it's just so. many. people. And yet, every year I force myself down there, often cursing out loud when people touch me....which is often. I complain about the smells, the weather (because it's either crazy hot or it's raining. Or both.), the smells, the lineups, the smells, the carnies and did I mention the smells? But there I am, every Saturday of the festival. Maybe this year will be better. Perhaps there will be a moderate amount of clean people, trying hard not to bump into each other and a temperature of 22 degrees with a nice breeze. I can dream, can't I?
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