A Little Break in Wisconsin

We scheduled in a week at Grandma’s farm in Wisconsin to celebrate Christy’s mom’s birthday with a picnic at Christy’s grandparents farmhouse, and the Fourth of July.

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Who’s watching the grill? Hey, is anybody watching—. Never mind. I’ll watch the grill.

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That burned hotpad has Christy’s name written all over it. Well, it’s certainly not the first time and, much to Steve’s chagrin, probably not the last.

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Cousin fun with group selfies.

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Don’t mess with short and blonde. Cousin mischief!

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Rebecca gave her grandmother a toilet paper tube filled with plastic bags, so she can hit people over the head if she needs to. I bet you never thought of that!

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We also gave her praying mantis pods to protect that vineyard we helped plant. Wouldn’t want to have to do that over again! Ha!

Of course, Marissa drew the mantis.

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Can you say cheeeeeeeese…cake and cheeeeeeeeesy photo bomber.

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Of course, time off on the farm wouldn’t be complete without some manual labor, in this case, unloading hay. All hands on deck!

Becca was the baby tender…the hardest job.

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I think I got a hay bale in my eye.

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Let’s order round bales next time. They roll  better.

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Always a hard worker.

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Tag-teaming that bale.

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It’s a little dusty in there.

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Grrrrrrr!

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Right about now Stephen Bautista is thinking…

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“I wonder what Steven Curtis Chapman does on his off days.”

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Heave ho, Ems!

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I see no hay. I see no hay. I see no hay.

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It’s okay, little Samantha. Tiny people are exempt.

Haying always earns you a cool refreshing trip to the Lake Michigan beach with cousins.

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In case you’re confused, it’s Travel Bag, Baye, Travel Bag, Baye. The super blondies are not Travel Bags.

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Look, a sand lion!

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I know, I know. I “need” a better camera…and some photography skills.

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See how the sand lion burrowed under the sand.

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He makes a little pit, and when an innocent little ant such as this one traverses the pit, SNAP! He snatches the ant and instantly pulls it under the sand.

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What happens then is a mystery of nature, although we suspect they dress up in 1800s hats and have a tea party…or maybe the lion eats the ant. We may never know.

Christy and her brothers spent a goodly portion of their youth watching sand lions.

Now they watch these:

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This is a long discussion about going in the water. It may have gone down something like this:

Boy: Whoa, what’s all that green and black stuff!

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Becca: Sea weed.

Marissa: Is that a dead skunk? A skunk at the beach? Really!

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Boy: I wonder if you touch it, if you’ll turn into a lake monster.

Becca: That’s ridiculous [pronounced ri-di-ki-lis, which isn’t bad for four].

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Boy: It happens like that in the books.

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Becca: Books aren’t always real life, like I never can get my shadow off like Peter Pan, and your Superman cape doesn’t make you fly. I’m gonna see…

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Boy: Mommmyyyyyyy, Becca’s going in the water! She’s going to turn into…

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Boy: Hmmm…nothing happened. I mean, may I please go in the water, too.

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Who knows what they were really saying, although that’s pretty much how it goes with those two arch rivals/best friends. Special thanks to Elijah for playing the part of Boy, the Tattle Tale.

Ant gone. It must be at the tea party.

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Speaking of gone, all too soon it is time to say goodbye.

All eyes forward!

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You, too, Bean!

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That’s better.

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Four generations—such an indescribable blessing!

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And we’re on the road again. Thanks for a great week!

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