We headed to a resort area to celebrate my grandfather's 80th birthday.
We stayed in a cottage across from the main building. I'm fairly sure that the cottage is actually bigger than our house at home. It was charming and old and the lights flickered often which gave me hope that it was haunted. My sister and I were joking about ghosts and ended up effectively frightening her son (who is autistic and takes everything literally). So...major parenting fail for us...?
Other than us being overly silly about specters, the house was a delightful throwback to another time.
The lake was a very short walk from the front door.
And we had a porch swing. So...this place was pretty much paradise.
There were four bedrooms upstairs. The two middle boys shared this room. The other two boys got their own rooms. Oh happy day!
I'm one of those crazy parents that normally doesn't believe in unshared rooms for kids. (Unless you are a baby like Six who cannot sleep in a room with other people without being disturbed by every little sound...) I think it builds character to share space. Three was in heaven with space...at first. I wonder if he ended up missing his brothers...
And then we experienced the midwestern dream of a nice, relaxing evening spent outside chasing fireflies. We went out after dark and let the kids run around. With actual fireflies. I'm not even sure I have ever seen one before. It was awesome!
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