More Manson Memories

So many memories made...Ignacio going down the slide alone, swimming to all the ladders, out to the raft and jumping in alone...sleeping upstairs alone in a bunkbed...the boys playing...the sound of little feet on the dock...the smell of the cottage...screaming at seeing the lake for the first time...eating popcicles...looking at albums...the babies playing...turtle hunting...walks...sunsets...the water...sweet, sweet, memores.

The babies. Need I say more?

What's in that bucket you ask? TURTLES!!!! Here we are after our hunting expedition.

Angel and Chad caught fish with the kids by putting bread in a net and waiting for the fish to come. It worked!

Here is me laying on the dock just one of the nights with a beautiful sunset. I take a picture every night I am at the cottage.

Another naked baby picture in the water at the steps of the cottage. Emilio was a little unsure of the water because it was pretty cold but he went swimming every day to keep up with his brother.

Our first trek into turtle territory. I was hesitant for Angel and I to take a 3 year old and a 1 year old in a canoe but we didn't tip over. Give a kid a net and he really thinks he's doing something!

Every morning we went for a walk to pick up sticks, look for animals and enjoy the silence. First order of business was finding flowers for the Virgin.

The boys spent a good deal of time in the sandbox and, while I don't have very many memories of playing in it, I am sure I was there too at their age. One of the days a toad popped out of the sand as Ignacio was playing. Surprise! Please note Emilio's camera smile. He can do it on cue now.