The girls and Wyatt have been spending the mornings jumping in the trampoline, swinging on the swings, and playing in the house. And tormenting the dogs. Poor little dogs.
The guys took the boat out on Friday night for some dusk fishing. It was going well, until the boat didn't restart. They had to paddle home. That was the fourth time we'd taken the boat out though, so in the boating world that's considered a very successful rate of operation. THEN we sold the kid, our old but working boat, so now we have extra money to sink right back into the new boat (tentatively named "the grown-up").