Spring Break

Trina and I loaded up the minivan with our 6 kids and drove to Grandma and Grandpa's home for spring break. The drive was interesting - okay to be honest, it isn't super fun to drive a long way with lots of little kids. Someone kept asking relentlessly for more fruit snacks even though we'd said a least a thousand times we didn't have any more, someone was thirsty and needed a drink this instant (I don't like to give the kids drinks because then we are constantly stopping for potty breaks), someone couldn't see the movie, babies were crying because well they're babies and they cry, Bella was the only one not complaining.

We were laughing when we stopped to eat lunch because there was a lady in a car next to us and she just watched in amazement as we unloaded all these little kids out of their carseats. We seriously looked like a load of circus clowns. The drive home was even more interesting because what would a get together with my family be without a few people getting sick. Poor Bronson's eardrum burst, my mom got the flu and so did Trina who was curled in a ball the whole drive home trying not to lose it.

We had a lot of fun despite the drive. And we were glad that Grandma and Grandpa worked so hard to get their house put back together so we could come for the week. They were literally laying carpet the night before we got there and just hours before we arrived they were moving furniture back in the bedrooms.

We played at the Dinosaur Museum.

The girls pulled out our old dresses that my mom had sewn for us and played dress-up. My mom was an amazing seamstress and would sew us beautiful dresses for church.

The kids made a complete wreck of the house. We had fun digging in the storage for some of our old toys. One of the favorite finds was our cabbage patch dolls.

The kids rode the 4-wheeler. The 4 oldest would all climb on and then Grandpa would stand on the side and drive them all around. I took 3 of the kids for a ride over the dirt track behind my parents home and nearly bounced Kambree and Isaac right off the 4-wheeler. Good thing Bella managed to keep them on after I went over a jump a little too fast.

The kids threw countless rocks in the river. Grandpa would fill up the buckets with rocks and then the kids would have a blast throwing them in the water.

The kids shot the BB gun. I was laughing as I watched Isaac get so close to the clay pigeon and still somehow manage to miss it at almost point blank range. Grandpa will have to give them some target lessons when they get a little older!

My favorite part of the trip was taking pictures of the boys on main street in Helper.

This place is a photographers dream!

There are so many interesting and amazing places to take pictures. Every old building is full of color and texture. And the most amazing thing is that I went out several nights and NEVER saw another photographer. Around here I see other photographers almost every time I'm out taking pictures. If I lived in Helper, I would seriously want to open a photography studio right on main street just because the place has such character and endless possibilities.