I tell people here in Portland that going to my parent's house is like going to Disneyland for my kids. Horses! Baby horses! Cows! Corn fields! Sprinklers! Trampolines! Ice cream! Swimming! Cousins! Campfires! S'mores! Tractor rides! They can't get enough and fall into bed exhausted every night. (We do too)
Sprinkler under the trampoline:
S'mores face:
Of course Davy had to trap something:
Checking out Grandpa's new babies:
Driving the back hoe with Grandpa!
(His face when Grandpa started lifting the front of the backhoe was priceless)
More trampoline jumping:
Visiting the Shoshone Ice Caves:
Being a cowboy is hard work!
1 comment:
Oh my goodness this makes me home sick. We went home for a really quick weekend trip for a birthday party and I didn't want to come back. At least you have pretty greenery and fun things to do in Portland. Here in Vegas it's just hot and gambling, and we really don't gamble.
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