Mom and dad have a new kayak. And a great friend of ours loaned us three of theirs. Since mom and dad hadn't used theirs yet, they actually debated breaking a bottle of beer across the bow to christen it. But they decided not to waste the beer and saved it for after we got home.
Brent and I went on a date.
Actually, it was something like 30 minutes paddling around the lake.
But hey, that's about as close to a date as we've had since all the kids were in Sunday School or sitting with grandma at church for 15 minutes two years ago or something.
We take up a lot of shore line. So nice to go enjoy the sun!
Daddy took Calla out in the kayak. She was pretty scared at first, but decided it was fun.
At least until daddy lost his hat and tried to reach it and almost tipped over.
Grace took every chance she could to get in and on the water. She was all over it and had a great time.
Speaking of kayaks. How about a YAK?
Doesn't everyone bring their YAK to the lake with them?
Oh, well this guy must think pretty highly of his yak.
It's name is McCloud. And it apparently likes to get in the house too. I only know that because I asked, sarcastically of course, if it slept in his bed.
Oh, and he has something like four dozen yaks.
And if you google "yak" you get a lot of "kayak."
I'm thinking that kaYAKing is a once in a lifetime experience.
And a date with your husband after four kids is a once in a blue moon or so experience.
KaYAKing. HA! I'm going to laugh about this for a LONG time.