At the lake in Whistler.

The kids spent most of the summer at the lake. They splashed. They dug. They paddled. They floated. They ate. They napped. Afton licked her tube. Holden threw lots of rocks and made lots of friends. They would leave the house in the morning with a stroller full of food, sunscreen and toys that floated and come home at the end of the day happy, tired and hungry. At the end of the summer they both had better tans than I have ever had.