My niece Hannah took the pics that I'm in.
Just had to include Ollie picking at his pant's seam. That is Ollie for you.
I think this year's Hume trip had the biggest impact on Ollie. He was so pleasant and smiling from ear-to-ear almost the entire time. Except for when John took him on walks outside the cabin-- he was convinced that daddy had no idea where he was going and kept insisting that "daddy was making them get lost".
And it was so sweet watching Ollie snuggle up with cousin Hannah while we watched a movie on a huge screen under the stars on their deck. Definitely a highlight(I've mentioned before that John's brother Pete and family live at Hume year round). The cousins are getting so grown up.
I was sad that cousin Mikayla was not in the above pic. She is 10 and wishes she were still 5 and WAS SO MUH FUN for the boys to play with this year.
The snack shop is also a huge highlight for all. Even if the 1/2 shake I ate kept me up all night.
This year, Uncle Peter let the boys chop his firewood. This was kind a big deal for my boys. They were obsessed.
I was actually fine with this little activity, believe it or not.
However. I did have some reservations regarding the following sitch.
Meet my nemesis: Huge powdery dirt hill just outside the cabin.
Little boys INSISTED on rolling down this hill whenever they could.
All while Finn was, oh say, THROWING A HATCHET AT A LOG, just a couple feet away.
I will give the boy credit for good aim.
However.
I was in no mood to explain to the ER doc why Twain had a hatchet stuck in the side of his head. Ya know. In case that happened. And with our luck recently, it was a real possibility.
So I shut this operation down, much to the dismay of all male parties involved.
Seriously, my boys are so 'District 1', as Olive Oyl would say.
(Um Hunger games reference, if you have no idea what I'm talking about. District 1 is home to the "career" kids, who flawlessly hone their skills in hopes of winning the Hunger Games).
Don't let this cozy picture fool you.
John and I had quite the roaring debate that morning while the boys were rolling down the dirt hill, with Finn simultaneously throwing the hatchet. John saw no real problem with the whole scenario, while I was, on the other hand, flipping out. It just defied common sense to me.
I was so very upset about the whole thing, while John was insisting, "They are boys. I grew up one of 3 boys. This is what boys do. This is what is fun for them!"
To which I replied, "This is too much of an extreme leap for me! I'm not used to this! We live in a very tame environment at home. I'm ok with the rolling down the dirt hill...or Finn throwing his hatchet by himself with nobody else around...but I cannot handle BOTH activities simultaneously!"
Thankfully, John agreed. He understood it was too much for me. And so they went on a nice nature walk instead.
John and I always seem to have a way of working out our differences in the end.
It's been real Hume. Can't wait to see what next year holds for us. Um, well I can wait. But I love Hume. So.
