Granddad and Deborah's House

The day before yesterday we went to Granddad and Deborah's house on Lake Michigan. One of their two long-haired black dachshunds, LeDoux, was blind, and Scarpa (the other one) was confused because his little brother was getting all this special attention and couldn't play anymore. We went to the beach (Lake Michigan) and Ruth and I swam out to a buoy and back, and then we got in a fight and Ruth went back to the house.

The next time we went to the beach, Scarpa picked out a stick twice as long and half as thick as himself and taught me a game that he used to play with LeDoux but can't anymore because LeDoux is blind. The game involves getting a big stick, taking it somewhere on the beach, digging a a big hole under it, moving it somewhere else, and digging another hole. Eventually the stick would make it back to the grownups and they would throw it somewhere else. We practically dug up the whole beach, and we could have gone for longer if it wasn't dinnertime. On the way back, Scarpa made me carry the stick home, just like he used to do with LeDoux.

This year I discovered that Granddad's house has a basement and I found this cool model car that they gave me to take home:

Grandma's Basement

We got to Chicago today, (The date is wrong on this post; it's supposed to be 6/12/2010) and grandma's house is exactly the same as it was last year, but Ruth and I still explored it again. One of the fun pieces of junk in the basement is broken, but half of it still works. It is made of two rectangular black plastic plates and one clear plate, and it has a whole bunch of little metal nails that slide up and down. It's fun because you can put your hand in it and it makes a metal hand print. We played ping pong in the basement until Ruth got frustrated because I was so bad at it, and we ate pizza for dinner.