Weekend at Nature's.

So we decided to take another road trip to visit my in laws, for the weekend since they live about 3 hrs away from us. I try to make it to where baby G is worn out from the day, that he has no choice but to nap at least half the trip. More than usual it doesn't happen, but hey my efforts count.

He usually wants to be up front with his papa,  and if it weren't for me being in the car. I'm positive he would be riding shot gun, dont get me wrong he would be buckled up from all different directions. But he would be right next to his dad.

Isn't crazy to think that 22 years ago in Peru, I was riding around without a car seat?! I cannot begin to imagine that; not lying about your first kid being the guinea pigs.

This kid of mine, adores his dad so much. Usually he won't allow us to put a hat on him, clearly he's changed his opinion. 

I secretly want to blow up this picture and hang it up above our bed.

I'm not sure why this picture reminds me of little boys peeing in a fountain. Is that weird?

Just our typical family picture, everyone but myself was ready. Even my photo bombing Mother in Law is looking good.

    

If baby G doesn't have his daily walk or two, he won't pose for the camera. This child loves the outdoors, and he has taught me to enjoy everything she has to offer.

(poisonous spiders, blood sucking mosquitoes, killer bees)

Papa walking/rocking his big baby to sleep. I'm telling you guys these two would happily live outside, all they need is Elmo and some chicken bones.

I believe Gabriel meticulously planned this hand holding boob picture.

Four Carousel rides later, I grew nauseous, Dad ran out of spare change, and Gabriel just wanted more.

Because a little twirl never hurt anybody.

xo.

j