The Kohlmans

The cabin, built in the late '70's to early '80's, has no TV, no internet, and spotty cell phone coverage. It's the perfect place to really get away. Lincoln and I spent July 1-6 there with my family. Brad couldn't go because of his internship. We had a great time, but life just isn't the same without daddy! {prepare for picture overload}  

Lincoln wants to show off his new skill! {Even when the diaper gets stuck to the afghan you have to persist.)

Here's a little peek at what Lincoln and I have been up to this week... I'll be back soon with lots more pictures!

Brad, 1985 Lincoln, 2013 Megan, 1986 Lincoln, 2013 Many people insist Lincoln is a "mini-me" of Brad. He doesn't not look like me, though. I guess he just looks like Lincoln.

One of my favorite times growing up was wheat harvest. My dad would leave the house early (even though he wasn't usually in the fields until mid-morning because of moisture) and come home late. Every night, my mom or Grandma Donna would take supper to the field - main dish, fruit, veggies, dessert, lemonade. Almost every night, we four kids would go out, too. We'd eat our picnic supper, then play in the grain truck, ride along with Grandpa to the elevator, and ride in the combine. Our cousins came out one evening every year to join us. Some of them still go. Things have changed over the years. The combine is newer and the grain truck is bigger. Grandma isn't here anymore to take supper out. Grandpa doesn't get around quite well enough to drive truck now (though he still gets around quite well for his 87 years). Uncle Chuck comes from Minnesota every year to help, and Daniel drives, too. Harvest still happens. I loved sharing this experience with Brad when we wer...

Lincoln's room is my favorite in the house. Before he came along, it was just a boring brown box with a sewing machine and a twin bed. The only reason it even got painted was because I had lots leftover from the living area. We chose this room for Lincoln's because we knew it would be easier to move the sewing room than to move the office. So without further ado... Lincoln's room We chose the colors before we knew we were having a boy. I wanted something pretty much gender-neutral so it can be used for any future babies as well. The wall color is the most true gray we could find, and that took a while (we were trying to paint our master gray and ended up with more blue). Barb painted for us. My mom and I made the curtains and the crib skirt. She made the quilt. Brad sanded and painted the dresser and replaced the knobs; it was mine when I was little and my dad's and my great-grandma's.  The cross stitch baby shoes were made by one of Br...