We're spending our Spring Break in California this year.
We invited our friends to come with us while we stay at the cabin for a few days.
When we finally made it to the cabin (gotta figure out a way to make this trip shorter. Private jet, maybe?)
we got settled in and watched General Conference together.
Kent and I cuddled on the couch while the kids played memory with Old Maid cards. Or tried to. Ellie's not super great at following game rules yet.
It's a fantastic place for them. It's like camping (dirt! pine trees! rocks! sticks!) but we get to stay in a beautiful and comfortable cabin.
See? Now this is the life.
Their little boy, August, is a darling and hilarious mud-puddle magnet.
There's even a "medium tub" for them to play in!
(Nick doesn't like hot water, so he insists it isn't a "hot" tub)
He has also gone back and forth between insisting that we call him "just Nick" and his full name-first middle last. It's either the nickname or the full thing. I guess he's tired of "Nicholas" alone.
Ellie became a raging Hangry Monster who also happened to miss her nap, so we put her to bed early and the rest of us went outside to start a bonfire and roast marshmallows.
This place. It's cozy, beautiful, perfect. It's going to be a good week.