Summer colds seem so unfair

Mostly naked painting

This post is being written amidst a house of sneezes and snot and sore throats, and general fatigue.  Linden developed a full-on summer cold a few days ago, and is still physically unable to keep his germs to himself.  No matter how many times you remind him to catch his sneeze, or to just STOP throwing himself on your bed and rolling his snotty face on your pillow, he remains unable to contain himself.  So now the rest of us are beginning to drag our sorry selves around, just as Linden's energy is almost back to full.  Should be an awesome week.

Biking through the narrow woods paths...

... into the magical cedar stand....

... and across the the boardwalk

Despite Linden's sickened state this weekend, we still managed to get up to some adventures.  The thing about Linden is that, unless he is unable to function, he never wants to miss out.  So on a super fun mountain biking adventure (picture above), Linden would race around as fast as he could, yelling "waaaahooooooo!" as he sped down the hills, and complained loudly when it was time to go.  But after a few minutes in the car on the way home, he quietly whispered, with his eyes half closed, "remember, guys?   I'm still really sick".  I know how he feels.

 

Apart from biking, we also made our way to the historical Pinhey's point, where there was a bit of an archeological dig going on, complete with a section for kids.  They got their own patch of dirt, and all the tools they needed for unearthing, sifting, and brushing off the bits of ceramic that they found.  They were actually both really into it, but Juniper was especially taken with the activity.  I think she's added "archeologist" to the list of things she's going to do when she grows up.  She's going to be one busy woman.

Checking out one of the old stone buildings

Preparing for some digging

Shaking out the dirt

Brushing off one treasure and digging for more

We just said goodbye to one set of grandparents last week (Deb and Yvon), and this week we are lucky enough to hang out with another (grandma and grandpa).  So despite dragging our sorry selves around, I think there may be some fun to be had.  There will also be some unpacking to do -- both sets of grandparents brought up a truckload of our stuff that we had been storing at the farm for the last three years.  Unpacking, sorting, and (hopefully) culling -- this place is only so big, after all.   See you next week!