A record of life in the neighborhood of Bucktown in Chicago.
Where by "record of life", I mostly mean pictures of my grade-school-age son and preschooler twins. And by "Bucktown" I now mean a totally different neighborhood in a suburb of Chicago.
In June, we rented a cabin just across the Wisconsin border, on Powers Lake. Grandma and Grandpa came with us, and Aunt S and Uncle J joined for a couple days at the end of the week.
We did lots of fishing, swimming, canoeing:
Teddy had the kids' first unintentional dive in - he tripped on his feet on the dock. But he had a life jacket on, and I jumped after and pulled him out before he had time to register anything more than anger that his toy boat was floating away (I got the boat, too):
We drove into Lake Geneva one day for a round of mini-golf:
And on a rainy day, we drove over to Kenosha and checked out the trams and the dinosaur museum:
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