The babies' interests in Montana were mostly limited to "outside" and "dog" and "dog's chewed-up ball". None of which they can actually say, but their squealing and pointing and panting (baby sign language for dog) was pretty direct.
*It was only unlimited until I got wind of that offer. "Unlimited" quickly became "one of each per day."
There's that chewed up dog toy. I'm telling you, it was a favorite!
When I wasn't chasing babies or taking pictures, I actually got to relax occasionally, with help from my sister- and brother-in-law, and Mark, of course.
Probably the kids' favorite thing to do, after a long day at the lake (I jest), was to come back and just hang out with cousins in the cool Montana evening. We can't do that at home. Not in the summer.