On our way to my sister-in-law's camp on Tuesday night - we drove by the camp where my husband's sister often stays with her family when they go up north. I saw some Minnesota plates in the driveway so I pulled over and ran in to see if they happened to be up north the same time we were.
They were! We quickly made plans for Thursday afternoon. The one in the above photo is their youngest - our Godson Desmond. He wasn't walking yet the last time we saw him.
The boys hit it off quickly. It was a special time. So often when we get together with my huband's family it's so many cousins all at once that it's hard to make the connections. This week they were really bonding and getting to know each other. Fun.
It doesn't get much better than burying cousins in the sand.
I really don't have a clue. It had something to do with filling his bellybutton with sand and him gently and politely asking - please stop now, when it was full. Boys.
Could we have just one nice picture of the boy cousins? no? Alright then - we'll take what we can get.
As we had gone there pretty much straight from our overnight stay at McLains, we girls (me, my mom, and Wendy) headed home while the boys stayed on for another four hours for sauna, swim, and smores. They got a ride back to my mom's with their auntie Sherry.
We had so much fun that we squeezed in another visit on Saturday night before they headed back home Sunday. We didn't get there until about 8pm, but still had plenty of time for visiting and more sauna, swim and smores.
This is how the run from the sauna to Lake Superior looks:
We'll get to see them all again in October.