It’s that time of the year again; warm temperatures, sunny days, and spending time up at the lake. I had always thought of our cabin as an oasis from the hustle and bustle of everyday life; a chance to get off the grid and enjoy the peace and serenity nature has to offer. But the cabin takes on a whole new form when you load that 20x20 structure with my three Roses. It makes for the most stressful days of relaxation a guy can handle.
On Saturday, my parents went to pick up my nephew Jack from Evansville, WI. They had planned on bringing him up to the lake on Sunday, but my girls wouldn’t hear of it; if Jack was going up, so were they! Anya and Caitlin rode with my parents and I brought Reegan up Monday morning. The ride up there was awesome! As much as I hate diapers, they’re pretty fricken sweet when I can drive three straight hours without having to listen to, “Daddy I have to go potty…Daddy, I’m prairie doggin it, Hurry!...Daddy I just wet my pants again, can we please pull over?” Not now damnit, I’m making great time!
As much as I wanted to take it easy, the Roses are just a tad too young to be able to create their own fun in the great north woods. They love fishing, swimming, and frog catching, but are unable to do so without direct supervision.
Yesterday morning I brought Anya, Caitlin and Jack down to the dock to go sunny fishing. We had a dozen night crawlers and three little fishing rods, the perfect recipe for disaster… Have you ever seen that guy at the circus who attempts to spin glass plates on long those pool cue things? That guy’s got nothing on me. I was worming hooks, taking off fish, breaking up fights, pulling rods out of the water and trying to keep Caitlin from hooking EVERYBODY. We caught about a dozen monsters they started tangling lines faster than I could fix. At least they had fun, right?
Later in the day we went swimming. We were all playing in the water for a good hour before it was time for supper. I was taking turns throwing Anya and Jack in the air while Caitlin made mud pies on the shore. When we went up for dinner, Anya ran into the bedroom to get changed. A minute later Anya yells to me, “Dad check this out! Look at this silly worm!” But it was no worm ladies and gentlemen, it was a leach. And yes, it was where you think it was. She plucked the ‘silly’ thing off with a smile on her face. “You know, that slimy worm must have slid right inside my swimming suit. What a crazy worm?!?!” After mom stepped in and helped dress the wound, Anya went to every person in the cabin and explained the situation, “Nana, I just had a silly worm by my privates. He crawled in right past my swim suit and now I have toilet paper in my underpants to stop it from bleeding!” “Papa, I just had a silly…” She wasn’t the least bit scared or concerned that she was excessively bleeding, she just thought it was funny. That’s my kind of girl.
My week at the lake was cut short as I am heading out to Denver to visit my little sister Kari. Aside from seeing the Avett Brothers at Red Rocks, I’m not too sure what we’re going to do. One thing is for sure, I will be enjoying the hell out of my time sans kids.
Tip of the Day: If you happen to be a frog in the clutches of my 4-year-old’s hands, don’t make the fatal mistake of trying to get away. Did you know they sound like bubble wrap when popped? You learn something new everyday.
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