A few errands to run on a foggy, grey Tuesday morning, but by noon the sun was out and the lake beaches are finally open so we spent a long afternoon at the Sand Bar State Park. It's a nice sandy beach where a four year old boy can spend hours digging holes and then filling them with buckets of water. All that is required of a grandma is the occasional admiring comment and the offer of a drink of water.
After a hearty supper of ham, noodles and corn on the cob, with strawberry shortcake for dessert, Dane spent the longest time drawing and setting up his own "art exhibit."
Only a minor meltdown from over-tiredness before off to bed. But Mike pured me a glass of wine and all was well.