Our last evening of our trip, I got the bright idea that it might be fun to take the kids out on a paddle boat on the lake. Yeah, we're gonna file that under "What Were We Thinking". As we approached the docking area, we quickly realized that I could not help Matt paddle in the front because that would mean leaving the 2 yr old unassisted -- Not wise seeing as she continuously tried to lean over the side of the boat - and by the way, did you know there are no seatbelts or restraints of any kind in those things?! I climbed in to teeny tiny back seat with Sadie and then Matt got in back-to-back with me to face front and paddle. If you haven't pictured this yet, that means all of the adult weight was distributed on the left side of the boat. As we almost tipped the boat over and died, Matt sacrificed himself and jumped overboard expecting to land in 4 feet of water instead of about 9. Once we finally got all 4 of us in the boat with the weight mostly evenly distributed Matt paddled furiously against the wind attempting to get us out away from the shore line. We made it out about oh, 20 feet, before he would stop to take a break for 30 seconds and the wind would blow us back to the shore. Repeat this process about 4 times while the other boaters (the boaters that had enough sense to rent a boat with a motor and a little standing room) watched us and didn't try all that hard to muffle their laughs. Eventually Sadie broke into full meltdown mode because I wouldn't let go of her life jacket and allow her to topple head first in to the lake, Brax started crying because his feet couldn't reach the peddles and he wanted to help paddle, I ripped my brand new sundress because I was trying to fold myself into a seat made to fit a 3 year old (why did I wear a sundress to go out on a paddle boat??), Matt was dripping with sweat and was about to pass out from his burning thighs, and we were beginning to contemplate divorce. It was around this time that we allowed the wind to bring us back to shore and we gracelessly climbed out of the darn thing with 2 screaming children and an audience. And we paid $15 for this. I think next time I'll just stay home and pull my toenails out one by one.
Honestly though, it was a fun and memorable trip and our little family of four fell in love with each other all over again. I love making memories with my family! I know that I'm going to blink and our little blessings will be grown and out of the house and then Matt is going to have to buy me a puppy.
And Happy Anniversary, Mom & Dad!
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