Last year James was talking. I remember distinctly that he said the word "river" for the first time at last year's hotdog roast.
How things have changed. This year he was taking a mile a minute, begging aunts and uncles and anyone that would listen to take him "to the huge waterfall" so he could "throw really really big rocks and make a huge splash!"
Luckily he is surrounded by aunts and uncles (and great aunts and uncles) that simply adore him so he went to visit the waterfall quite a few times.
He also roasted his first hotdog in the fire, ate a fantastic dinner, threw hundreds of rocks, played hide and seek with his Uncle Brandon, and pretty much had the best time ever.
E, Juliet and I also had a splendid time. Juliet was doted on by her Great Grandmother Nana, E and I got to catch up with my cousin Taylor who is only in town for a month this entire summer, and my Mom wrangled the entire family into getting a group photograph, something we haven't taken for far to long.