Coo Chi Ching

Just an hour and half away from the downtown hustle and bustle sits a tranquil retreat. It has a run down, tiny shack in need of more than a little TLC but it is a glorious spot in the world. It belongs to the in-laws. They have long ago stopped making the trek so the next generation is sharing in this slice of heaven.

It has been countless moons ago that we stopped hosting drunken debauchery weekends mainly due to the fact that our friends no longer relish in daring each other to strip down and run around the cottage. We reserve naked time to toddlers. However being the only ones with children, we always try to find out if Colin's siblings will be inviting their uninhibited friends for some rowdiness.

Since Strawberry's arrival we have reserved our handful of visits to daytrips. A little blog inspiration from Chelle and we decided the time was right to attempt surviving a night in a tent. I was wary but the girls were so excited it turned out to be more fun than I could have imagined. Fresh air goes a long way in magically turning children into sleeping beauties. The weather on the other hand should have been warmer. The nippiness of fall is in the air. It inspires late afternoon, sweater wearing walks but wait! I'm not ready to say goodbye to summer. I have new, end of season discount bathing suits to put to good use.

We watched a rousing rendition of West Side Story acted out by the ducks and the seagulls. We were rooting for the ducks. Buttercup tried to sip my Coronas while Strawberry zoomed around entertaining herself with sticks, frogs and bubbles. We took the girls for a boat ride that lulled them both to sleep as we slowly put putted around the lake.

It would have been nice to be spotting a few new freckles but instead I only have ankle mosquito bites. If you would like a visual recap, check out these photos.