Summer's over. School starts tomorrow, John goes back to work tomorrow (full-time, yes, but that's another unexpected story). Over the weekend we were doing an inventory of our activities during the break. We did a lot, particularly when the boys and I rode the Giant Dipper at the Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk and somehow turned a discount night ($10 all-you-can-ride bracelets) into a $100 boondoggle. I was pretty proud of myself on that one.
We also saw Lake develop a wonderfully peaceful personality, as we hoped when we named her. But in scanning the months, we realized one thing we hadn't done: At four months old, Lake hasn't been in a lake.
It isn't as easy as it sounds. First of all, there aren't any lakes in San Jose. A few yucky reservoirs maybe, but nothing that was actually a body of water before the white man arrived in California. Also, we had planned to go to Tahoe at some point, but the weeks just got away from us. For that and a hundred other reasons, we were not allowing her to live up to her name. Shame on us!
So today, on the final day of summer, we went to Horseshoe Lake in Fremont and let her dip her toes. She was thrilled, as you can plainly see.
I hope this qualifies as a baptism?