Nephews+rocks+dirt+creek+picnic= happy auntie!

Michigan may struggle to get its economy back on track, but this state should take pride in its fantastic parks and trail systems. I can ride my bike from our lake house to my mom’s house (30 minutes by car or an hour on beautiful wooded bike trails), or I can hit the trails to reach almost any other town in the state (not that I HAVE, but I COULD). The parks are clean with plenty of picnic tables, toilets, shade, well-maintained playgrounds and – more often than not – a body of water. What a perfect way to spend a morning with my little guys!

Paul gives me a tour of the playground at Rochester Park.

Swingin’.

Counting ducks.

Paul mostly threw rocks into the water or splashed.

Nico built a big canal system with dams, bridges, and lakes.

This squirrel got a little too close for comfort. I was having PTSD flashbacks to my youth, when a squirrel bit my hand when I fed it some sunflower seeds.

Picnic!

We kicked the soccer ball around for awhile, and I taught Nico the concept of kicking the ball into the goal. (I know, you’re laughing at the idea of me kicking a ball and/or teaching anyone anything about any sport. Go ahead, enjoy it. I understand.) Mostly, I taught him about the theatrics AFTER you make a goal. Eventually, Katy kicked the ball into the creek, and despite chasing it downstream with Paul’s walking stick for awhile, she lost both the ball and the stick. Paul, who struggles to pronounce consonant blends, said, “Hey, where’s my DICK?!”

We had so much fun that we did it again a few days later when our other sister Megan arrived. This time, we picked a different spot at Paint Creek. The boys did a lot of digging.

Meg and Nico looked for tiny shells and fossils.

Potty break. Did I mention the park has a wonderful, clean bathroom? Nico couldn’t be bothered.

Paul and I threw a lot of rocks.

We took turns playing “football,” which really meant throwing the ball and then racing to get it, except when the boys changed the rules to be a standard game of chase.

One thought on “Nephews+rocks+dirt+creek+picnic= happy auntie!”

  1. So wonderful to read your description of life. You are very special, and have a gift in letting us take part of your small and big moments. Thanks for sharing.

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