summer, cape cod style

I was jolted awake at 6:57 am this morning by the sound of a can of soda opening. Wha??? Oh, right I am at my parents summer house. Some people like a nice cup of coffee in the morning. Some like tea. My dad? He enjoys a nice can of Diet Coke. Never the more economical 2 liter bottle, always one can each morning. And for whatever reason the sound of that can opening can be heard throughout the house. By August I will have grown accustomed to it. But this was our first night here.

I drift back to sleep, secure in the knowledge that when the girls wake up there will be loving grandparents awake to great them.

I wake up again at 8 am to a flurry of activity. The boat is leaving earlier, they have to get ready for the boat. I quickly dress Abby, slather her with sunscreen and send her off on a boat ride, her first boat ride, with Grandma and Grandpa.

Which leaves Claire and I. Just the two of us. A rarity for my second child. What do you want to do I ask her. The playground? The beach? Pick flowers she says. So I throw on her cutest sundress and hat, grab my Nikon and out into the field we go.

After she tires of flower picking, we grab lunch at the ridiculously overpriced but oh so quaint little organic market and have a picnic at the beach.

Then it is back home to a blissfully quiet house where Claire agrees to take a nap and I get to spend some quality time editing the 110 photos from the morning.

Then it is off to the beach for some play time, then baths and then out for yummy fried seafood.

Much cooler than Mommy's station wagon

Much more fun than sitting with Mommy

The day ends with Claire cuddled up on my lap watching the big yellow moon rise over the field behind the house.

Ahhhh, summer.