Wyatt, what kind of tree is that?
(No, he never did respond with "pecan tree" after asking him every time we passed by.)
Daddy, you did a "good job" planning this one!
Everything is going "ok."
Elevator fun. We had the conversation as to whether people might thing W is blind because he loves wearing those sunglasses inside all of the time. He's happy, so I never typically notice.
This beautiful lawn hosted the longhorns and bounce house Friday morning, and the other side of the building was the scene for s'mores at night.
Wait, we haven't talked about the s'mores yet? Every night they lit the fire pits for a nice snack before setting up a big outdoor screen for a movie. The movie night idea is genius and will be perfect for going back with older kids.
But back to the s'mores.
We'll call these "his and hers" because well, The Sheriff just wanted the graham crackers. Now I want to be back there STAT!
We spent a few minutes up and down the stairs at the playground while waiting for the eight o'clock hour when s'mores begin. No slide, Mom, I'll just play on these stairs, thanks. This may be my favorite picture of the trip.
Lastly, Cowboy took this one, then IGed it, and it makes me feel beautiful (as did your comments. Thank you friends.) But those moments of feeling glamourous are sometimes so few and far between. And we women need them! I think my best accessory is the little guy holding my hand.
Cheers to our first real family vacation in the books! Can't wait for our next adventure!
*I was in no way compensated for this post.