This year we headed out to the lake for vacation. However, we didn't head to Hartwell. Our dock was not in the water, so we couldn't see how that would have been much fun. So this year we tried out Lake Burton in the mountains. It was beautiful. The water was clear and cool. The mountains gave a beautiful backdrop wherever you looked. We loved it. Here are the pictures from our days over there.
The boys did some reclining in front of the TV when we weren't out in the boat.
As soon as we arrived, Andrew located his bed. There was a twin bed in the basement that he loved.
I just loved Coleman at breakfast. I'm not sure if you can fully appreciate his "fresh out of bed" hairstyle from this picture.
Andrew figured out one of the very best things to do in a boat.
There were plenty of turns at boat driving this year. Andrew will probably be driving completely by himself (in Papack or Brent's lap) next summer. He did great.
Coleman also got very good at navigation this year.
On the first day out, he was driving with Brent. Brent gave him landmarks to aim towards on the horizon. He pointed toward a red house and told Coleman to steer straight toward that red house. Brent later said Coleman steered everywhere BUT the red house. After lots of verbal corrections and reminders, Coleman finally said, "Uh, Dad? Can I please have my glasses?"
From then on, we handed them over when it was his turn to drive. The difference in his steering was astounding!
Jonathan even got turns at the wheel. He's not ready for steering lessons yet, but he does love to drive. Even with his eyes closed.
Jonathan did a super job swimming with the noodle the first day. The second day he figured out how to keep himself upright without the noodle. He loved swimming all around independently.
There was a tube included in our boat rental. Everyone had lots of fun riding it. Except Gigi of course. Now that would surely get it's own blog post! Here's Coleman and Brent.
Those two tricksters Andrew and Papack were next. You can see Andrew trying to get Brent to go faster.
And I rode with Andrew back to the house.
And Jon Jon could not remember the word "porch." He kept calling it the "pork chop." We ate all our meals out there on the "pork chop."