Beautiful Labour Day Weekend.

What a wonderful weekend! We were fortunate enough to be able to spend the weekend in Piopolis, Québec, on the beautiful shores of Lac-Mégantic at a friend's cottage. It was the perfect end to a less-than-perfect summer. We had a great time. A HUGE thank-you to David and Cindy and also to Joe and Louise for welcoming us to their little piece of paradise.

Jack eating nacho chips.
Our 9 year old German Shepherd, Riley.

Jack checking out the view.

The view from the beach.

Not too shabby...

Collecting stones.

More nacho chips.

"STOP taking pictures of me guys!!!"

Ben and Rory.

We had a few chilly September mornings. Good thing Mom packed some warm sleepers!

Bright and early in the morning (pre-coffee.)

Breakfast on the deck.

Jack getting the corn ready for dinner with Granny Joanne.

Proof that Jack, on occasion, will eat vegetables.

Going out for a walk with Granny.

A man and his dog.

Rory hanging out in the beach in his sun-shade.

Playing in the water with Granny.

Rory basking in the sun for a few milliseconds.

Warming up after a chilly swim in the lake. (Note the blue lips!)

Mmmmmmm good.

Mmmmmmmm......

Prehistoric World. And Stuff.

So this summer has been.... well, trying. We'll just call it trying and leave it at that. If you know us, then you know why. If you don't, then you shouldn't be reading this blog.

We decided to take advantage of a beautiful Sunday morning and head to Prehistoric World in Morrisburg. We had been told that it might not be worth the drive, but whoever said that has clearly never been to Prehistoric World with a 2 1/2 year old boy. Possibly the highlight of his life so far.

Jack thought it was pretty neat that he could walk underneath the dinosaurs.

Making friends with a dinosaur just his size.

Rory taking everything in.

This is my favourite picture of the day.

I know this one is blurry, but I had to include it because it completely captures Jack's expression EVERY time we turned the corner and saw a new dinosaur. It was hilarious.

Jack thought it was neat to see the mommy and the baby dinosaur together. Just like us.

He had to stop and kiss every single one.

The Triceratops and the T-Rex.

More kisses.

Seconds before the fall.

Registering the fact that he had fallen.

Total devastation at the fact that he had fallen.

Recovering from the fall.

Back to kissing dinosaurs.

Digging for fossils.


Back home after a busy day. (Rory's not so sure about this whole "field trip" thing.)