Since it had been a year since Jaxson's last visit to the lake we weren't sure how receptive he would be to the idea.
Things started off on the right foot when he willingly donned his beach ensemble and happily trotted down to the lake with us.
Safe in mommy's arms he enjoyed a little swim off the end of the dock.
So far, so good.
Once in the boat he instantly decided he'd like to be the driver.
Grandpa tooted the horn once and that was all it took for him to find the pleasure in tooting it over and over all by himself.
Thinking we'd better get moving before the neighbors started filing noise complaints, he agreed to be grandpa's assistant at the wheel.
All in all things went very well.
We cruised. We anchored. We swam and we even drove across the lake to eat dinner at a lakeside restaurant.
Making our way back home the sun was quickly setting.
As we made our away across the lake it got darker and darker.
Glad I wasn't at the wheel or we'd still be trying to find our way back as it all looks the same out there to me at night.
I did find comfort in the crescent moon and the little star that guided our way.
Having no idea if he was still awake, I took a flash photo and discovered that although his eyelids were getting heavy, he was still a happy camper.
Once home he was sound asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
Hopefully dreaming sweet dreams of his big day on the lake.