The day after Dad and Charlene arrived, we headed to Sebec Lake (an hour north of Bangor) to spend a wonderful weekend with Dad’s childhood friend, Don, and his wife Leslie. We played cards, ate like kings, and relaxed. I had my first margarita in over a year. Emily proved to be very adaptable. She was, of course, the star of the weekend.
Our gracious hosts, Leslie and Don.
The first lobster of the season for all of us. Yum, yum!
Me feeding Emily in the highchair they have on hand for the grandchildren.
Chris feeding me some of Don’s delicious homemade guacamole.
She responds this way to her sippy cup every time. In fact, she responds to most drinking vessels like this, even though all she drinks is water. She loves to drink. She cries when you take it away.
A cake in honor of Charlene’s birthday on the 9th.
Emily being most impolite as she searched fiendishly for loose coins between the couch cushions.
She loved posing for Charlene in her baby Adirondack.
Me admiring the metal sculpture in the yard. I think I need one…but mine will be on a budget, probably made out of old tin cans and plastic sporks. Sigh.
“Is you talking to me?”
These pictures completely capture Emily’s constant sweetness. Note the adorable dress — a gift from Leslie.
Dad relishing his morning cuppa joe.
We could get used to this “camp” living. Leather couches, lobster, boat rides…this is the life!
Emily took her first boat ride ever. She was really looking forward to it…until we put on the lifejacket.
“A lifejacket? Interesting. Let me taste it and let you know what I think. Hold, please.”
“I have tasted said life preserving aparatus and have found it to be unacceptable. Remove it now. [...] What do you mean ‘no’? Oh, you’re gonna be sorry!”
Lifejacket #1 made her so unhappy that we put a different one on her to see if it would be less offensive. As you’ll note, lifejacket #2 was equally anger-inducing.
Drinking temporarily distracted her from her unhappiness.
I could tell that Dad took great pleasure in the fact that Emily stopped crying when he held her.
Once in a while, we let Charlene be in a picture, just so she can prove she was on the trip.
Oh captain, my captain.
Emily finally fell asleep after all of the trauma she had endured.
After we docked the boat for the day and removed her floatation device, she said, “What are you talking about? I love boat rides!”
