Warning: this is an avalanche of photos about our week to Utah. I am 30 but I love going home more now than I ever have. I feel like the older I get, the more I love to go home and everything that entails.
I didn't ask Liv to smile. This was her face when I turned around after we landed in Salt Lake and she was sitting in her carseat with the full light and knowledge that she was going to grandmas house.
Who wouldn't want to come to grandma's house? I woke up in the morning to this sight. My mom had made fresh peach parfaits for breakfast and set up a table IN the chicken/turkey/turtle pen so they could eat with the animals. Think of it as breakfast at the petting zoo. Liv was delighted.
Who needs to pay for the zoo when you can have this going on in your backyard?
Liv loved that Aunt Liza was just a bedroom away and spent as much time as she could...
It's so fun to bring my girls home and watch the siblings that I love, love the people I love.
You should feel slightly sad if you missed our first family poker night...
Or swinging time in the back yard.
Grace was crying because she wished that she could be in the tub...
Or outside play time next to the great wall of sunflowers.
Liv loved grandma greats house. This horse was a toy that my mom played on so technically Liv was rocking on some generational heritage at my grandmas...Long live Brownie the horse.
We loved our duck fest feeding day at Em's house.
With plenty of cousin time and a bread making class...
We followed the craze and had a sisters outing to the new "Slurps" and we were not disappointed.
Uncle Ben spent the night and we had a great time being around him and his dog food carrying muscles.
Liv was exhausted every night from playing all day and really wanted to have a sleepover with Liza and grandma.
We loved craft time, lunch and going shopping with Aunt B.
Liv reached expert level at gathering eggs with Grandma.
It was non stop pretending.
And soaking up Aunt Liza.Who knew my girls would have a model for an aunt?
Liv loved grocery shopping and getting whatever she touched...
Only at a Utah Garage sale can you find treasures like this for sale...
We will definitely be going back. I love home. I love all the things make home feel like home and even though I have my own home, it always feels like home to walk through the door because of the people that live there. As cheesy as red slipper Dorthy and her munchkin land were, there really is no place like home.