to grandmother’s cabin we go. literally.
Here’s the thing. A couple of weekend ago when we left for the cabin, it was almost 70 degrees outside. The sun was shining, the skies were blue + I was giddy in spring-ified bliss. I hate to admit it, but sometimes I have a hard time thinking outside of the box {especially packing outside of it} so all that I packed were my sandals, cutoffs, jammies, a couple t-shirts for the boys + along we went on our merry adventure. The minute we pulled into Oakley, we caught word that there was too much snow to drive up to the cabin + that we needed to park + hike in. Ouii. Mom of the year right here with kids dressed in summer clothing. Oui Oui.
Jonah snoozing on the 4-wheeler gave us all a good laugh. The best part is that this isn’t the first time this has happened to him. That boy plays hard hard hard hard hard! I wish you could have seen his face light up when he landed his dismount from the 6th step. He made Tucker giggle just by looking at him + has grammy wrapped around his finger. He dominated in the Easter Egg hunt + got some new Ninja Turtle jams that make him kick extra high + scream COWABUNGA extra loud.
Riggins, the little sweetie, is such a good traveler. If you know him, you know he is just about the most well-mannered happy go lucky little pal there ever was. Last weekend was no exception. He kept his sleeping schedule, giggled every time jonah popped open an egg, loved crawling around the massive family room + riding on the back of the 4-wheeler.
Talks + dreams of building our own cabin made the drive home fly by. The kiddos were zonked before Jon even had his seatbelt buckled. I found it funny that the minute we passed back through Park City, the blue skies were back, bluer than ever, welcoming us home with open arms. I love you, Utah. There’s something to be said about being out of my everyday element that makes me appreciate this life on a different level. It truly is magical.