Over the long Labor Day weekend we treked down to Oregon to visit the great-grandparents.
Before kids this trip took us exactly 5 1/2 hours -- now, 7+ hours.
Needless to say, visiting the relatives is no longer a quick jaunt.
It's a full blown test-your-endurance-expedition.
How we roll - neck pillows & tablets chock full of kid movies
What it looks like when we arrive --jumping & running laps in the back yard
Nana had driven down the night before!
She helped supervise the kids as they poked around the tool shed.
Not pictured, all the other adults with wine.
Sorry for the blur ... it was dusk and very nearly dark.
Nana's birthday was a few days prior so we celebrated!
Della LOVES birthdays and very much helped push this little celebration along.
She picked out the cake, insisted on candles, and asked nana if she could help blow them out!
Nana then was able to practice her toddler plate-holding skills.
I don't recall that we actually ate dinner.
We might have fed the kids chocolate cake that night.
The next morning daddy took the kids over to the boneyard to play on the equipment.
I have very fond memories of climbing on tractors when I was their age.
Big tractors!
Della found Uncle Chip's barn cat ... who actually let her pet it!
And Huck got to try out his bulldozering skilz.
After lunch, naps, and some afternoon pickle canning
(where mama tried to cut off the end of her finger)
we all returned to the boneyard for more play time.
Not a chance they'd hold still for a posed picture.
The sawdust pile!!!
So much fun yet so scratchy!
Daddy brought the quad over!!
It's a big quad and yet looks so small when daddy's driving.
Huck loves his tractors and trucks ... when they're not running.
Still not sure about noisy engines.
He did let daddy take him for a short ride.
But was happier walking along with mama while Della went on a long excursion with daddy.
Nana and Uncle Chip talking about trees. It is a tree farm after all.
Mama's attempt at a selfie while riding on the front of the quad.
A little more tractor time ...
A stop to play in a gravel pile.
And the next morning we were headed home.
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