So we went to Lake George for a couple days. This is a regular one or two-nighter for us every year or so. The Lake is lovely, the tourist population is suitably large and Springer-lovin’ to make me feel trim and bright, and the kids are always entertained and entertaining. We’ve stayed at the same hotel on our last 3 visits (spanning 4 or 5 years). They have a decent little pool, and a playground. Jake and Noah spent a good bit of time at the latter. I kept taking pictures, but they’re hard to find because of the damn camo shirts Mommy bought them. Look hard, you’ll find them.

Actually, we had a good time playing the “I can’t see you in your camo shirt” game with Jake. Great fun. Of course, Noah is not allowed in public for the next few months because he’s going through a bit of a phase. No stroller, no high chair in restaurants, doesn’t want to hold hands walking in public. Oh yeah, and when you walk in a direction he considers unfavorable, he drops on his butt in the middle of the floor/sidewalk/road/parking lot and screams know.

I remember Jake around the age. One time when he didn’t want to hold my hand in Target on a crowded Saturday he screamed “Take your hands off me you freak!” I forget what show he heard that on, but I got some great looks. I was like, “No really, I’m his father. I’m not really freaky. Just ask his mother.”

Rrrrrright.