How trips home have changed...

Ashton, Gunnar and I made it to Evanston today after packing up pretty much our whole house to come. I don't think I ever would have even made it out of the house if Lars hadn't come home to help me load up! One day it will get easier I guess.

As I drove through Logan Canyon and Bear Lake I couldn't help but think back on the countless times I have travelled that road. I've lived in Logan for almost 15 years now and used to drive home every weekend when I first moved here! And so many other times through the years since then. Those drives were so peaceful in my little red truck. I could turn the music up as loud as I wanted and never heard those 4 words that I hear constantly now "Are we there yet?" And "Why aren't we there yet?" and "hmmm...I don't see Grandma's house anywhere, do you?" But WHEN are we going to be there??? and 2 minutes later, the same questions over again. Then the "Mommy...I have to go pee."... 10 times before I finally stop (since I just passed the slowest tractor in the world and don't want to get behind him again!!!)

I love you Ashton, but I sure miss those peaceful drives!

Luckily Gunnar slept the whole 2 hours, so that was officially the longest nap he's taken since he was about a month old! Way to go buddie!

It's still always nice to come home. Ashton LOVES coming to Grandma and Grandpa Harry's little farm. We brought his little tractor that Grandma bought for him last year and he rode it all over the yard. Then tonight he got to help Grandma clean up her barn for about an hour. I asked him what he got to do to help her while I was bathing him and he was so excited to tell me that he got to rake the poop into a pile for her to scoop up!

(For those of you who don't know, my Mom raises miniature horses) I'll post some more pictures tomorrow-here are some from a while ago-