McCall Daytrip

Keith has a few customers up in McCall and decided to take the whole family with him (again) this past week.

I love it when he decides to take us places.

Our first stop, of course, was his customer. But after work was done we ate at The Pancake House. I could sit for hours on this deck and look at the beautiful scenery.

Keith and I were bummed out that we forgot to take a picture of the food we ordered. It was consumed way before the thought even entered our brains. The pancake was the size of a very large dinner plate and the cinnamon roll, oh my heavens, was HUGE. I've never seen anything like it.

If you ever have the chance to stop in, you won't be disappointed.

This is what I get when I tell Dawson to "give me a cool pose" He's so, so cool.

Now this girl, on the other hand, knows how to pose. I don't say anything to her and this is what I get. It scares me, quite frankly.

My two babies growing up before my eyes. It's hard to believe they once fit in my womb.

After breakfast lunch we went up the street to the Payette Lake. We sat on the beach and watched our kiddies have a blast in the water/sand.

Just like the old days.

You know...old days, as in a couple of years ago on our homeshores.

This one felt he was quite white and wanted to tan his pasty self. This helped, you should see him now. Mmmmhmmm.

Dawson called me as I was photographing the others and said "Mom, take a pitcher of me, I'm Sandman".

I'd say he was right on. Wouldn't you? Sandman, to the T.

Once Dylan heard that, he wanted me to bury him.

Then I had this brilliant idea for Dawson to hold Dylan's head and that maybe, just maybe it might look like this....

Only, It didn't work out quite the same. Dawson couldn't do it, so I got Karly to do it. It really didn't work out.

Then they ALL wanted to be buried....so Keifer and I whistled while we worked. Only I can't whistle.

It was quite funny to see all the people walking along the boardwalk in total awe. As if they've never seen someone buried before? Well, then again, this is Idaho......Maybe they haven't.

We were a popular group on this beach. True geniuses with a clever idea.

After looking at this picture of Dawson, I'm reminded of another one that I took a few years back. One that I will never forget...

Only the reason I buried my baby boy here is because he was a wild child running as fast as he could to the waves and I was beat down from chasing him over and over. So, I thought, this way he wouldn't be able to go anywhere....and it worked. At least for a few minutes.

Our McCall trips are so much fun. I sure hope Keith can keep those customers very happy so we may return again and again. Although I'm not sure he could make anyone unhappy.