I braved the Mountain this past weekend. Clint's mom was having an Easter gathering on Saturday for the kids and I thought it would be good for Carson and I to visit. Clint had to work (surprise surprise.) We left Thursday afternoon, and man it was a nice ride. Carson crashed and I got to listen to some of my best burned mixes from the high school days. Friday morning we fed the cows with Grandpa John and Aunt Mattie. Carson loved this part. They had about 10 calf's and he wanted to hug and squeeze every single one. As for the cows they wanted nothing to do with him and ran for the hills every time he took a step forward. Saturday was the Easter gathering and egg hunting. Carson did not flourish in this department as I thought he might have. When he did decide to pause from running in a circle to pick an egg up, he threw it like it were a baseball. Maybe next year we'll have a full basket... Our ride home was rough. I don't usually drive, any road trip I have ever been on is me in the passenger seat. So when snow was falling, wind was blowing and fog was covering my clear view I was
almost panicking. We inched our way across the rim and safely made it out. It poured the rest of the way home. Needless to say not as nice as the ride up.... Sunday was my moms house for Easter dinner. Carson was the man of the hour. Its just a little saddening to see how much he's grown since last year. He was only a month old... This year he was running inside Grandma's house throwing his bunny ears off onto the floor....
He's not a gullible he's a gullicalf
The only egg he hunted.
Singing the frog song
He loved it!
NoW
&then.
I braved the Mountain this past weekend. Clint's mom was having an Easter gathering on Saturday for the kids and I thought it would be good for Carson and I to visit. Clint had to work (surprise surprise.) We left Thursday afternoon, and man it was a nice ride. Carson crashed and I got to listen to some of my best burned mixes from the high school days. Friday morning we fed the cows with Grandpa John and Aunt Mattie. Carson loved this part. They had about 10 calf's and he wanted to hug and squeeze every single one. As for the cows they wanted nothing to do with him and ran for the hills every time he took a step forward. Saturday was the Easter gathering and egg hunting. Carson did not flourish in this department as I thought he might have. When he did decide to pause from running in a circle to pick an egg up, he threw it like it were a baseball. Maybe next year we'll have a full basket... Our ride home was rough. I don't usually drive, any road trip I have ever been on is me in the passenger seat. So when snow was falling, wind was blowing and fog was covering my clear view I was almost panicking. We inched our way across the rim and safely made it out. It poured the rest of the way home. Needless to say not as nice as the ride up.... Sunday was my moms house for Easter dinner. Carson was the man of the hour. Its just a little saddening to see how much he's grown since last year. He was only a month old... This year he was running inside Grandma's house throwing his bunny ears off onto the floor....
He's not a gullible he's a gullicalf
The only egg he hunted.
Singing the frog song
He loved it!
NoW
&then.
2 comments:
Your little guy is SO adorable--I love the pictures you took. Jack was pretty much the same with the eggs, until he realized that there was chocolate inside of them--then he was opening the other kids eggs like crazy! Glad you had a great time--even with the awful drive home. I hate driving too--especially long trips. Todd does all of it if I can help it!
Heather it looks like you guys had an awesome time. Hopefully next family adventure we will be able to come... I wish things didnt cost money.... haha wishful thinking. hope your doing well.
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