Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Lloyds And Lakes And Llamas, Oh My!

Road trip 2011:  Pentwater, MI avec The Nana and Pop!  Woo hoo!!!  It was a terribly needed vacation for our family, the disgruntled construction bunch.  Oh, you didn't know about the construction?  Perhaps I haven't mentioned it yet...construction construction construction.  Well, I'll have to fill you in sometime in private.  I don't really like to complain about anything on this blog.

So, a little fun at the beach was just what we needed!  Oh, Nana and Pop, how can we properly thank you for showing us such a wonderful time?  I don't think it includes leaving bits of sand all over your house and making sure that every meal was filled with extra "personality".  We'll work on that for next year. 

The house the house, the very cute house.  Here 'tis...

That's the front porch, with the freshly painted "Asparagus Green" door.  Delightful, yes?  I am now convinced that we too, should paint our doors this color.  Drew loves this idea.  We don't have many projects going on around here, so he gets pretty bored.

I must say (knocking on wood currently) that I have to give the ladies mad props for behaving splendidly during the car ride.  We really only had the grumpies for the last 30 minutes.  And that was just one (you can probably guess who).  And by then, we could taste the sweet relief already, so it didn't bother us so much.  Also, I had my ipod on.  Loud.

We had only been there a few minutes when the girls found some beach balls and were ready to head out.  Yeah, I'm wearing my travel yoga outfit.  No, I don't practice yoga.  What's your point?


It was misting just a teensy bit.  There's nothing like taking a walk near the water to fully relax you into vacation mode.  Ahhh....

Rosa was just excited to be free.  FREEEEEEEEEEE!


Across the sidewalk from the beach, there is a nice little playground that the girls really loved.



We started off our first full day with a Pancake Breakfast at a farm nearby.  It was super yummy, and we got to work off the syrup by running around the garden area, complete with a lavender maze.  Nana always finds the best things to do.  Both educational and fun.  Things that would never occur to me.  This is one of the many many reasons we love Nana.

Rosa's leg pose in this photo cracks me up.  Oh you know, I'm just hangin' out on this cool bridge at the farm.  Whatever...

This is what a syrup high looks like.  Beware!  There is in fact a "come down" period that does not look like this.




After breakfast we headed off to a petting farm!  Oh, how Emmy was excited about this.  Pancakes AND a petting farm?  Within 20 minutes of each other?  Why do we only come here once a year? 
So we can hold it over the girls' heads for good behavior, that is why my friends, that is why.

Rosa had no fear with the animals.  Perhaps it's because she is one. 

I love a good llama.  Watch out, they spit.


I have lovingly name this baby goat "Devil goat", because its' eyes freak me out.  And so I let my small child feed him.  Because I'm adventurous like that.






Who wouldn't visit "Bunny Town" if given the opportunity?


Emmy had, for unknown reasons repeatedly asked if there would be camels at the petting farm.  To which I repeatedly answered, no, camels don't really live on a farm.

Ask me how many times she said "Moooommm, I toooooold you there would be a camel". 
Nope, higher.  Keep guessing.


A loving moment between two sisters?  Or, one using the other one as a protective shield.  It's up for interpretation.

I think Emmy would have played this duck racing game with Nana all day if we let her.  She loved it!

A perfect way to end the adventure.  Emmy is holding that bag of animal food like it's her prize.  She still mentions it from time to time, regretfully telling me how she left it at Nana and Pops' house.  I think she feels it's always good to be prepared when you encounter a random donkey or camel.  You never know where camels are going to be, really.


Rest up now.  There's much more to come...








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