Some people like to winter at the beach. We, however, like to winter in the mountains.
Although we were pleasantly surprised to spend the first day in shorts and tees (not me, of course, just these silly Idaho kids):
Oh wait, the cool people don't wear plaid shorts and winter coats?
Daddy giving a lesson in skipping rocks.
The doodle.
On Valentine's morning, we woke to Ava's heart shaped biscuits and gravy.
epic army guy battle.
That's Ava's responsible hand there making sure he doesn't fall in while I just snap pictures.
running to explore
cigars with grandpa
Jemma found a heart shaped rock she was convinced God left for her to find for valentines day.
Valentines lunch in town.
checking out the bird's nest
leftovers with grandma before hitting the road for home (and poring over the bird book)
This trip is always fantastic but this year in particular I was struck by the fact that my kids are big. There are no piles of diapers, playpens, and bottles. There is no panic over ideal sleeping conditions. There is no hiking with kids on our back--even the baby hiked a mile and a half straight up hill, stopping to point out the view. These are good days.
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