3) more laundry
We are living out of our suitcases. Simultaneously recovering from our last trip and getting ready for the next. This is summer in the Bennion household.
We just got back from our annual getaway to Whitefish, Montana. I always tell people - if you pick any place to visit in our whole state, pick the northwestern part. It is absolutely GORGEOUS. Think Glacier National Park and green, green, green everywhere. I didn't take as many pictures as I would have liked (kinda hard to focus on pics and Jack at this age), but I took a few that I'd like to share with you.
This boy of ours. He did really well on the four hour drive, but was oh so happy to make it to our hotel room.
|really into kisses these days|
We were up in Whitefish for Jon's work. Each year they put on a big golf tournament, starting things off with a Sandbaggers dinner.
I had such a hard time getting pictures of Jack at this event. He just wanted to move, move, move!
|there he is! if you blink, you'll miss him!|
While Jon was working, we filled our time with quick (and I mean REALLY quick) coffee shop visits, little strolls through town, and of course, the park.
Jack was such a trooper this whole trip. In the evenings, we normally had important dinners to go to. He sat through some longs ones and was such a good boy (minimal screaming/crying). He kept busy with his books, toys, and trying to find escape routes. He almost busted loose a couple times, but we always caught him as he was booking it out of there. I think he was just telling us he doesn't enjoy too much hobnobbing.
When the tournament was finished, we checked out Whitefish Lake. What a beautiful spot!
There was a time on this trip when I was getting ready in the bathroom. I glanced up at the mirror and in the reflection I see Jack, walking around the corner, down the little hall, to where I was. It took my breath away. He just looked BIG. Like a kid who was walking around as if he owned the place. Last year, at this same event, Jack wasn't yet walking. And I remember it being a struggle to take him here and there, always in his stroller or being held. This year, the significance was not lost on Jon or I. We felt so blessed.
Such a sweet time together.
|Jack singing his little heart out|