This is a picture of me, taken the day we closed on the cabin, four days before Julia was born.
This was a couple weeks later, Julia in my arms, Kari beside.
This was taken a few days ago, the grandkids at the lake:
The little trio of little sisters:
If anyone would have told me twelve years ago as I sat on that dock across the yard in the sunshine, that there would be NINE children born, TEN if you included that one tucked under my shirt--I would have just put back my head and laughed.
Yes, NINE kids have arrived into this family in the last twelve years.
They complain about how loud these little people are.
True, they're very loud. Back in the day, the aunties and uncles weren't necessarily all that quiet either.
When I was a little child, my mom's sisters and brother were young teenagers, and it was a lot of fun being the niece in that situation.
One of my aunts and uncle had cabins rented at the resort next door this weekend. Her kids and grandkids were all around and I do love my cousins so very dearly. They were all the little babies when I was a kid and they were funny and loud and disruptive and obnoxious. I adored them.
It's still fun being her niece, even though neither of us are kids anymore.
Anyway, it's all unfolding, unrolling in all kinds of directions. Life is good.
My parents came to hang out with us for the afternoon on Saturday.
It was lovely having them with us, good food, crazy kids, lots of energy.
My mom's sister and her family were staying at the resort next door, so we walked over and spent an hour with them on lawn chairs perched on the edge of the lake in front of their cabin.
At some point in this day and this cabin FULL OF PEOPLES, my mom mentioned the cartoon she used to enjoy as a kid, called Down Home. I've never seen it, but apparently it's an elaborate drawing of all the people, all doing their own thing, all over a complicated drawing.
She said the cabin on Saturday reminded her of this cartoon, and I'm not even one bit surprised.
t.c. and Julia. They were once babies together, but look at them now:
Kari, aka Lydia, showing her nephews a big nightcrawler: