Last month we went to Idaho to see my parents for a few days. Last time we were there, the little guy looked like this:
This time, he looked like this:
We headed up to the mountains to spend a few days in a cabin.
I’ve experienced three springs this year– Oklahoma spring in April, Chicago spring in May, and now a touch of Idaho spring in June.
But let’s be honest. You aren’t here for photos of flowers, you want to see the kid.
He was very popular with the grandparents.
(Side note- have you seen my mom? Put some green bell-bottoms on her and you’ve got the exact same picture of her with me in 1980. She looks as young and as cute as she did then.)
Idaho is so pretty.
I made fun of my parents for moving there from southern California, and look where I ended up. Yeah. They won.
We thought the neighborhood horse was cute, until it decided to make a small snack of a baby shoe.
Since we were with my mom, we ate incredibly well.
And sat around the fire in the evenings.
Grandma and Grandpa were extremely bad influences.
This man had about 17 toasted marshmallows.
The baby was a fan of the outdoors and the crisp Idaho air.
Wasn’t this the woman who forced me to drink milk, eat vegetables and avoid sweets?
And yet here she is, shoving it in my offspring’s eager mouth.
More from the brief, but sweet Idaho trip to come.