our little cabin is humble. it has no running water. no indoor plumbing. and the roof is tilting slightly inward. for most, it probably isn't considered to be a vacation without all these amenities, but for this girl, it's a dream.
as a kid, i always wanted to live in the 1800's. there was something so appealing about life so simple. long dresses and bonnets. being "courted" instead of dating. having to go to the well to fetch a pail of water. if there were ever any woods near me, i would immediately enter them, pretend to build a house made of sticks and fir branches and build a "fire" that i started with my bare hands. so you see why our cabin is right up my alley.
before breakfast even started, the kids and i had a little impromptu bubble blowing. landon is a pro...emi, not so much. but it is pretty stinkin' adorable to watch her put her little lips together and spit at the bubble wand for like two minutes.
after we got coffeed up and full the fam and emi and i took a little walk around the neighborhood. it was such a good time and emi got some really good personal lovin' from my parents and my sister and brother-in-law. she reveled in the special attention.
she thought she was so cute acting all shy for the camera. :)
and she learned she could fly.
hitchin' a ride with uncle tommy.
that is one happy, loved, little girl.
we spent the rest of the day, just as life should be. wading in water, sunning on the dock and playing in sand.
as the sun began to set and the cool air set in, our traditional maine dinner went underway. the corn was husked and placed in a pot to boil.
as we were preparing dinner, my dad came home from fishing with a good catch.
i can't tell you how many of my best memories in my life have come from fishing with my dad. us girls used to go out with him, sometimes before the sun had risen and often times as the sun was beginning to set. we used to make up songs about the number of fish we caught. "i got ten fish, oh yeah." there were years when we would literally catch hundreds of white perch. ah, the glory days. now, with all the speed boats and activity and more people moving to the pond, we're lucky to catch two per day. but sometimes catching fish isn't really what fishing is about.
hello, girly girl, in your cute little dress poking the heck out of that poor bass' eyes...
mike tried many, many times to get landon to go canoeing with him, to no avail. so mike went out a lot by himself, sometimes just rowing, other times with a pole and minnows in tow.
with corn in the pot we began to prepare our lobster for their big entrance. for as long as i can remember, we have put the lobster to sleep before putting them into steam. it was a trick my grandpa taught all of us. the lobsters are asleep, they get put in the water, they don't scream or tense up, and the meat is tender. hey, we may be carnivores, but we are humane carnivores.
in case you were wondering: you put lobsters to sleep by placing them on their heads, upside down, claws back, while rubbing the back of their shell. no joke. it works and they never know what's comin'!
landon was all about putting some lobsters to sleep.
we used to buy lobsters for like $1.15/lb and get like 30 of them. they are now more like $4.50/lb (obviously still cheaper than at a restaurant) and taste just as good.
we ended our night, and ashley and tommy's last night in maine, with a campfire and s'mores. yes, we are sentimental about our fires. no, we did not sing kum-ba-ya.
another day down, seven more to go.
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