We spent this past weekend at my step-sister's wedding in Northern California. Pictures of the wedding to follow--it was really, truly beautiful--but, for today, we'll start with the more mundane.
The thing I love most about family vacations is that, for however long or short it is, we get a lot of time together. It's us against the world, seeking brave new horizons! Pioneers heading westward! The four amigos blazing a trail!
In reality, it often looks more like we're leaving a trail of spit-up and goldfish cracker crumbs, and braving nothing more bold than how far we can push bedtime without a meltdown. But still, we manage to have adventures in our own quiet way. Here are a few....
Little Miss had her first swim. I suspected, from her bathtub antics, that she would be a fan, and I was correct.
The Kid got a taste of country life. The wedding was at the groom's family farm. There were woods to explore, a creek to dip toes in, and a passel of other kids running amok to befriend.
The Kid additionally discovered the toy train of his dreams at an antique store in Placerville. I had mixed feelings for him as we finally drug him away from the window. On the one hand, I was not spending $100 on an old train. On the other, I well understand the lure of antique store windows!
And somewhere in there, Little Miss and her papa discovered a mutually beneficial solution to her teething issues. Such a good team, these two!
And then this happened.
And--bless ALL of the things--this. (!!!!!)
So, you know, maybe it's not zip-lining in the Amazon or touring the cities of Europe, but adventure is out there, that's for sure.