People don't come to visit us (Ahem, this means you).
It's ok though.
I've resigned myself to the fact that we live in a small, unappealing town for the average tourist.
So, you can imagine my joy/surprise when my parents told me they were coming for a visit!
They drove up, stopped off in our new little town, and swept us away to a wonderful week in Jackson!
I would say we had a good time...
Our little monkey became fascinated with saying 'boat'. Primarily because my mom gave him a toy boat.
Did I mention he got so fawned over, I'm not sure he will remember a time when someone wasn't waiting on him hand and foot?
Why don't pictures do it justice?
He learned how to use the stairs. So he did. Over and over.
On our way to go white water rafting.
Our little water boy couldn't come...
Touristy chuck wagon, which turned out to be really fun, primarily because my mom took care our child when he got restless.
It was so cold...I hate you winter.
Mr. Baby seemed to have a good time, though.
I sometimes think he's already a Wyoming child.
When he's having a good time, a little cold weather doesn't bother him in the slightest.
I miss them already. Thanks for coming!