of fishing, fires and falling

Our weekend up north was a great finale to a great summer. Even though we were spending two nights in the murder capital of Wisconsin and quite possibly all of the Midwest, we had a blast.

Remember that light and fun family movie, Silence of the Lambs? Did ya ever know it was based off a real character, Ed Gein? A nice little gentleman who decorated his Plainfield, WI home with furniture made of human skin and bones? Yeah, Plainfield is oh, a mere 30 miles from this cabin. So while Matt and I were taking a walk on Sunday morning and a siren went off, we knew it couldn’t be just a random tornado drill. No sir, that’s the siren they use to let you know a murderer is on the loose. Therefore, we hightailed it back to the cottage least we be made into a couch and love seat.

Can I tell you about the fishing?  There was much fishing happening. SO MUCH FISHING! Even though words can’t truly describe how much this Princess hates to fish, I hung out in the paddle boat until I had one too many casts almost hit me in the head. After I saw a hook with a big nasty night crawler pass by my eyes for a third time I finally said as calmly as possible, “Excuse me, could you please get me to shore. Like, NOW!”

Both nights we had wonderful bonfires. And both nights, all the boys showed their true pyro tendencies. In fact before fire pit #2 Matt suggested we get the boys REAL sparklers instead of their “red-neck-sticks-on-fire” sparklers. But eh, when in Rome…  Luckily no one was burned. Or rather no human was burned. Sadly I can’t say the same for those poor innocent marshmallows.   Those boys were a marshmallow’s Ed Gein.

Since Ben found his inner fisherman, he decided to have one last fishing expedition on Monday morning.  Did I mention the only person, the entire weekend, to actually catch a FISH and not a WEED was Matt, when amazingly enough he didn’t have a gaggle of children around him yelling, “CAN YOU PLEASE PASS THE WORMS!” and “MY LINE IS TANGLED AGAIN!” and “WHERE ARE ALL THE FISH?!?!?”

Luckily Matt and I were standing right off the dock as my very light 9 year old made such a powerful cast out that it literally propelled him into the lake. Right off the front of the dock. Matt and I were busy gazing into each others eyes talking about current events when we heard a “KERPLASH!!” and both of us flew onto the dock where Ben was just coming up from the gunky lagoon while choking out a,  “HELP ME! HELP ME!”  Matt being the hero, and thankfully freakishly strong guy that he is, pulled Ben straight up on the dock. Where his mother tried incredibly hard to not hug her freaked-out-caked-with-lake-muck boy. Hey, I held his hand! And said very calming words as I took him straight to the shower.
The mildly humorous thing about this is… um the water where he fell in, is really shallow.  In fact in his “I’m Drowning!” hysteria, Ben forgot that he and Michael were WALKING around that area the day before.  Regardless, that kid sure knows how to end the trip with a SPLASH! Get it? GET IT? I’m here all week folks.

It was such a fun weekend that we are thinking about making this an annual thing.  Right Lisa?  Lisa?  LISA?!