Back to the story of the cabin in the woods. So we checked out of reality for a few days and headed to the cabin. It was lovely, I mean look at the view from the porch at sundown- breathtaking!
Mr. Michael was a major cheese, he did not like being stuck in the pack and play, but on occasion he would cooperate long enough to take a crazy photo. The cabin isnt the most baby friendly place so poor mikey had to spend a lot of time in his nice safe and clean (did i mention the cabin isnt the cleanest place?) pack and play. Let's just say he was thrilled to come back to TX and go wherever he wanted.
He loved to yell... loved to get attention, because he is crazy. Dont be fooled by this innocent face, he is loud and crazy.
The ducks were very very friendly this year. This time they came up on the porch, at one point one was even eating out of Brian's hand. Mikey was a huge fan of the ducks.
One day Michael decided that playing with things in the box wasnt enough, so he got into the box, he loved this, until he fell out of the box.
We met "Mick" on this trip. Mick is what my dad nicknamed Michael's unhappy alter-ego. Sadly, Mick joined us a lot on this trip.
This is our version of hiking... not. Usually I set a goal of reading one book per day, this time I read one book period. Sadly, Gone with the Wind was not the book I chose to read so I have a TON of reading to do before book club... book didnt even get opened.
Mikey loved to be outside, and doesnt he look cute. I look so tired in this photo (or maybe this is just what I look like, but I think I look tired). Michael slept in our room... and sometimes in our bed... no one slept well... no one. I was thrilled, no strike that, estatic, to get back to Texas and our separate bedrooms. Let's just say we have all been sleeping through the night and then some since we got back.
Yes we were thrilled to be outside in the woods!
My mom made some delicious bbq chicken while we were at the cabin. My mom makes the best bbq chicken. it isnt what you are thinking, there is no sauce, it is just chicken grilled on low with salt and pepper, it tastes fried but it isnt, really it is one of our favorite items any time!
Michael and Muggle were in heaven together (well I think they were). Muggle would come up and say things like "he's a tender little fellow", and "what's that baby doin!". Mikey got held more than usual, and he LOVED it.
See that crazy happy face. Any time someone else was holding him he would lean towards Muggle and beg to be picked up.
See how happy, it's like he knows that he is named after Muggle.
He refused to eat... no matter where we were.
We figured out that if you touched the top of his head his mouth would open, almost like a button. This worked ok until he realized that he could take the food out and throw it... then it was... even worse.
Michael loves baths, he took one almost every day we were there... he was the cleanest child to ever visit this cabin.
Lovely cabin early in the morning.
So... Michael had a few tummy troubles on the trip. Twice on walks with my parents and Muggle he had either explosive diarrhea or threw up. One day it was so bad that laundry was in order (also he got it all over my mom so she needed some clothes too). Muggle thought ahead and brought some laundry soap with him and whipped out the washboard and started scrubbing. I think Muggle liked it, he told us all about how this is how he did laundry on his mission- thank goodness for those two!
Scrubbing away, he was thrilled.
Scrub scrub, seriously he got those soiled onesies cleaner than my washing machine ever would.
This onesie is evil... he pooped through it twice in two days! are you kidding me!
This is after the poop explosion, clearly he was tired out after it. but if you look closely you can tell that these overalls are merely placed over him not actually on him... because he fell asleep after the explosion. Poor guy did not have a happy tummy during the trip. We think the well water might have bothered him so next year it is bottled water all the way!
So we went on another boat ride, this one up the inlet, this is usually a lovely and scenic ride, but this time it was a little bit less so. I thought we were set, I brought a hat, a diaper/wipes (remember the poop explosions), and snacks, I didnt bring toys but part of me hoped the gentle lull of the boat would send him to sleep (clearly i was wrong)... no amount of preparation could have prepared me for the wrath of Mick. Michael cried all the way of the inlet and when we got to the end he was calm... not sure what set him off but whatever it was he got over it.
he tried to feed me which cheered him up a bit... not a lot but a bit.
lovely scenic views... the screaming echoes in these parts....
the ducks followed us to the end
see this squirmy mick! By the end he was dressed in only a oneise... gone were the life jacket and hat... did not help for a good 30-40 minutes.
he tried to feed the ducks, and me, and poppy... and he was still angry
slightly angry... but only slightly
getting back to normal, but still trying to be as angry as possible
hat on and off made him happier and on the plus side he learned to say hat
on one of the nights we had our traditional wright's lake clam chowder. When my grandparents used to go up the cabin they also had a clam chowder night and my grandma insisted that several people wear "traditional" outfits. My grandma wore this lovely paint splattered house dress (yes it is threadbare) and my dad wore what may have been the ugliest shirt ever created (the one mikey is wearing). we try and take a photo every year just to commemorate the occasion...
Not sure that this dress up idea is the best or the most attractive look.
... i think it is time for these outfits to go, maybe just one more year.
Mikey and Grammy bonded this trip, by the end he was a fan. He hasnt come up with a way to say her name yet, but considering he calls my dad "potty" instead of "poppy" i think she might be lucky.
We found out that Michael loves slim jims... disgusting I know, but after he had been on his hunger strike for a few days I was thrilled that he ate something, by something I mean 3 mini slim jims in a row. needless to say the disgusting meat sticks have not been introduced since we got home, but he is eating again... yay!
we had to put the rowboat away this year. It is old (like 60+ years) and heavy... it went better than I thought, but Earmby cant you see this going...well poorly.
Mikey ended up loving the lake. I can only imagine how much he will love it next year and the next and the next and how crazy and dirty each year is going to be.
Yay for being dirty!
See he was a slim jim man. loved the disgusting meat sticks. i figured he was already vomiting and having diarrhea what could these do to him, answer nothing that wasnt already happening.
Packing up to go home. See the cabin in the background and the outhouse behind the car... you have to walk all that way in the dark... alone when the pee club is not around to help you out... and there are signs about bears, and you see bats, and once there was a crazy man loose in the woods (only a slight exaggeration) and the lake is just beyond the cabin... imagine what lurks there...
So all in all minus the visits from Mick, the lack of pee club, limited sleep, and tummy troubles we had a great trip. we had great food, great company, read a little, and enjoyed playing quite a few rounds of scattegories... until next time.
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