We gave summer a proper send off with a week at the Cape. Much fun was had by all.
They created their own "carnival" in the garage.
Amused themselves immensely biking around on cousin Teddy's wee trike.
We discovered a new favorite spot in Beebe Woods - Punch Bowl pond complete with the most ridiculously perfect rope swing. The boys liked it so much they insisted on going back twice more that week.
Happily we escaped confrontations with the squirrel army all three times.
Lots of kayak and paddle boarding - just like every year, I took at least two terribly misguided outings, wind-wise, and wasn't sure I'd ever make it back, but happily those were solo outings.
We also found another neat new hike, The Knob in Quissett Harbor, with beautiful views of Buzzards Bay and tiny little beaches along the way.
Causing me all sorts of anxiety, Henry insisted on trying the rope swing when we went back the second time. It was truly, truly terrifying. But he didn't die (although he did somehow forget to let go of the rope on one of his final jumps and slammed back into the side of the bank, resulting in a minor heart attack (mine), lots of wailing (his), and happily no major injuries).
As he told me, "The legends make it look so easy. Rope me mom!"
Of course we made time for another trip to the Heritage Museum for the vintage cars and the ropes course.
And an impromptu puppet show (beyond adorable obviously).
Three tough guys who survived the ropes course (and one photobombing scamp).
The boys also spent a lot of time filming their movie trailer "toast" for Colin and Kiki's rehearsal dinner. In case it's not obvious from his outfit, Brendan played the role of Kiki in this production.
Although Henry was ready to step in if needed.
In another family first, we took a surf lesson at Nauset Beach. Right when we pulled up, our surf instructor shared that they had just closed the beach due to a shark sighting. The boys were verrrrry anxious (keep in mind, Owen was afraid of sharks in the lake at camp this summer) but decided to brave it. They loved it and I confirmed that I have zero surfing abilities whatsoever. Oh and in the cutest, most Cape-ian thing ever, the surf instructor's mom came to watch him teach us (and presumably, to laugh at how many times we fell over).
We also made our annual trek to the Brewster flats.
Which was apparently quite exhausting.