The requisite family photo in front of the lake
Every year we plan a trip to Minnesota to enjoy all it has to offer: lakes and grandparents! And every year we leave feeling very conflicted. I always pictured my own children growing up with summers "up north" at the lake. The mountains are beautiful and all, but I was born for the water. So time will only tell. That and maybe an improvement in the housing and job markets...
The first couple of days home we stayed with my mom and avoided going outside. It was 90-some degrees, and so humid it felt like you were walking through soup. After living in arid CO for 6 years, let's just say it didn't feel so good. On Friday the 1st, we went to my dad's for dinner. He bought Noah a little pool and some toys to play with. Noah appeared to enjoy himself. As my dad prepared the grill, a cold front blew through and we lost power. It was pretty weird, and we had to eat by candle light. On the plus side, the temp dropped about 20 degrees and the humidity disappeared. Crazy Minnesota weather. (For the most part, the weather was PERFECT the rest of the trip.)
On Saturday, we headed up to my parents' cabin on East Battle Lake in northwestern MN.
Sitting on the dock with Grandma Cheri
There was a lot of good food, margaritas and Stella Blues (some sort of tropical drink), marble game nail-biters, and heated rounds of Phase 10 and Catch Phrase. (Don't even try to beat Brian and I at that game. I swear we share a brain.)
Watching birds with Grandpa Ed
We also did a little fishing, but no walleyes to photograph this year. Brian and I braved getting pulled on the tube, which was more fun than I thought it would be. But I have to wonder: did it hurt that much when I was younger, or is my body just getting old? We lasted like 5 whole minutes. Pathetic. Noah got to take a boat ride and swam with Mom and Dad.

Ready for the boat

We also spent an afternoon at West Battle Lake's public beach so Noah could enjoy some sand. (Our lake has a rocky shoreline. Bummer.) He thoroughly enjoyed playing with rocks and dumping them in his watercan. Maybe he has some of my DNA after all.
Enjoying West Battle Lake
My mom also insisted on taking a picture of him next to Chief Wenonga in Battle Lake. Sorry kid, but I think you'll be humoring Grandma for years to come!

On the 4th of July, we just played around the cabin, and then that evening our neighbors lit off a pretty decent fireworks display. The finale rivaled that of our hometown. And we didn't have to go anywhere. Perfect. Noah seemed pretty entertained by them as well. Speaking of fireworks, our first night at the cabin, some other neighbors lit off an arsenal shortly after Noah went to bed. Amazingly, he only fussed a little then fell sound asleep. The other three nights he slept straight through. Thank God, or it might have been a much shorter trip. We had to share a room with him at the cabin, and to my surprise it went pretty smoothly. He woke up a little earlier than normal, but all in all he did great! He's so easy to travel with! We actually ended up staying one more day than planned because it was all going so smoothly and the weather was so amazing. I love that place!

Who needs toys?

Grandma Heaven

Always pointing
One of my new favorites
We got back to the Twin Cities on Wednesday the 6th. Grandma Wendy was pretty excited for her turn with Noah. We went to the pool at their country club a couple of times. Noah seemed to have fun in the water, but more than anything he seemed to enjoy people-watching and flirting. He loves little girls and women.

Wanting to drink the pool water

Pool time with Grandma Wendy

Grandma Wendy also bought Noah a water table, which he enjoyed for about .2 seconds. Then he just wanted to play in the street. The hose proved to be a better alternative.

Brian got to play a lot of golf, which is great because he doesn't really have anyone to play with here. We also had an evening with Uncle Kevin and new Aunt Erin, as well as a couple of ping-pong filled nights with the other Noah (a college friend of Brian's). One of our last adventures was a visit out to my sister's farm in Wisconsin. She recently became the mom of a cow named Brown Sugar (who may or may not be pregnant and due in August). Noah wasn't quite sure what to think of the cow. At first he seemed curious, but when she started eating grass out of my hands, he broke into hysterical tears. Daddy was able to calm him down and he ended up petting her rump. We'll see how he does next year!
Just before the fear set in
Walking in the barn was more his speed
John Deere Baby
Auntie Aimee
Overall, it was another perfect MN summer visit. Next year we're thinking of possibly staying longer. It never feels long enough, and like I said, I was born to be in the water!
P.S. The trip home was awful. The flight was overbooked and I had been assigned a middle seat. (Brian drove there and back so I was solo on the plane with Noah.) I was sandwiched between a larger woman (who was so super patient and kind with Noah) and an edgy, ripped-jeans wearing, "I'm going to a music festival in Telluride and it's gonna be epic, dude" tool-bag (who was also fairly patient), and neither seemed keen on switching seats. AWESOME. So we taxied away from the gate, then stopped on the tarmac after the captain told us that Denver International issued a one-hour ground stop due to storms in the area. So here we sit for about 30 minutes before we take off. AWESOMER. Noah didn't sleep a wink and insisted on being a wiggle worm the whole flight. Luckily he wasn't very vocal, just squirmy. Showing him pictures of dogs in the SkyMall catalog was about the only thing that could get him to sit still for 5 minutes. We ended up landing just before the storms hit Denver. By the time we got into the main terminal, it was hailing furiously and it sounded like a plane was about to crash into the tented ceiling. SO LOUD. Brian picked us up after having driven from MN all day, so I drove home from there. Through the apocalypse. Seriously. Lightning everywhere, and sheets of rain so intense that I had to slow down to about 20 mph on the freeway just to find my lane. AWESOMEST.
P.P.S. The day after we got home, Denver was on day 8 of severe thunderstorms. A storm blew through around 2:30pm and dumped nickle-sized hail in our neighborhood. I was watching from the kitchen when a freak gust of wind ripped through our backyard. I shrieked and ran as I saw two huge branches snap off of one of the three trees behind our house and fly towards the sliding door. I heard way more thumps on the roof than I anticipated. When I turned back around, I saw that another one of the trees (the biggest one of course) uprooted and fell onto the fence and roof. After the neighbors had the tree removed (it was on their property), we found that there wasn't too much damage. Our patio furniture is mostly shot, and our shady, private yard is suddenly a lot sunnier, but we really were lucky. It could have been so much worse!
My mom thinks the flight home and the tree are both signs that we should stay in MN. I might agree with her...