Good ridance, August. Glad to see you go.

Well this month has by and large sucked.

I haven't had a lot of positive things to say, so I decided to just stay away and wallow in my bad mood. The good news is that it's beginning to lift...I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.

I hate this last month of summer. Everyone is bored. Soccer training begins and messes up the day. It has been too hot and humid to enjoy anything, even the pool, that is if we get time to go. I'm sick of the kids watching their inane TV shows (I swear I am going to scream if I hear the iCarly theme music one more freaking time) for hours on end. I'm sick of the songs on the radio. I'm sick of there being nothing on television. I'm sick of the garden. I'm sick of everyone being home and yet not being home. I'm sick of not sleeping well, of eating poorly. Of not being able to go to the dog park because it's too damn hot.

I can't wait for fall. For cooler temps. For schedules. For a little time to myself. For long walks with Lola. For chili and stews and bundling up at soccer games. For cider mill trips.

September will be good.

Temagami: The Kids

You might wonder what the kids did to occupy their time on the island. Let's see...

They posed sweetly for pictures on top of large cliffs...
They slept up in the loft of the bunkhouse...
She overcame her fears and kayaked...
He sat still for approximately 15 seconds...


They built inukshuks and frog huts...

They spent quality time with Dad...
He pretended to fall off the cliff to freak me out...
They scaled great heights...
They boated...
And hiked...
And laughed themselves silly playing games...
And canoed...
And kayaked like he had been doing it forever...
And snuggled...
And took leaps of faith into chilly waters...
And had one of the best vacations ever!

The kids were the perfect age for this type of vacation. There were enough things to do on the island and fun places to explore, yet they wouldn't ever be too far away from us and I didn't feel like I had to watch over them all of the time. They would disappear for an hour or two and come back with handfuls of wee blueberries, or a story about a rock formation they saw, or yet another kayak trip. Evan was even pulling out and setting up the kayaks by himself.

I thought they might miss not having a television, but it really was a non issue. The weather was nice and we did so many activities, they didn't have time to miss it.

Tomorrow: The animals.