We arrived at my parent's house early Friday morning, and after packing up for the picnic, we took off for the river. The place that we enjoy going is full of history, and has a great beach area for us to swim from. (The water above and below the beach flows fairly fast, so it's perfect for families.) We noshed on a feast of sandwiches, chips and homemade chocolate chip cookies. Thanks Mom!
Here's the Bridgeport bridge that I showed in a previous post. Only this time I actually took the picture myself.
We all swam, but of course I was the only one taking pictures. The fun thing about going back to a place for years and years is all of the memories you have there. So many special people in my life have spent time with us there, including my cousins and my first boyfriend. On Friday I got to swim down deep with the fish, and climb around the same rocks that I climbed on 15 years ago, only this time I swam with my six year old son and we had a blast. (Below is Hubby and my daughter.)
C got water in his ear and still hasn't stopped doing this off and on. That's my mom on the left -- Hi Mom!
Here's a little Bridgeport history, in case you're interested.
Over the weekend, my son and I slept out in the sunroom that my parents call "The Treehouse." This is the view when I open my eyes in the morning. You can't complain about a view like this. I love waking up in this room, and I never have a headache when I do.
And this is the view of the pillow hog that I was nearly kicked out of bed by. He's a cuddly sleeper.
On Saturday, my brother drove up to join us, and this made two small people very, very happy. Isn't he handsome?
What I did NOT take pictures of was the awful, horrible, hated disaster that is otherwise known as "school clothes shopping." I feel I now know what the military should use as a torture device. Forget waterboarding. They should just take suspected terrorists to JC Penny with my son, and make them pick out clothes with him. He will make them sorry they ever even considered doing wrong. Oh yes...he will.
Tomorrow: The world of blackberries