Two weeks ago, the entire Bradshaw clan descended upon Park City to wreak its own special brand of havoc on the land. All seven Bradshaw boys, spouses, a gaggle of nine little children, two grandparents, a granduncle and the occasional visitor filled a cabin for a week of crazy.
Andy and I drove to Utah with Carter, the best road-tripping toddler on the planet. We stopped in Tahoe to visit with dear friends who were serendipitously in town from Oregon. We braved a night at Circus Circus in Reno to break up the drive.
Olivia and Parker. Carter insists on crawling to the front of every picture.
Carter with new friends and bubbles.
My dear friend, Jalapeno, and our growing families!
Just chillin in my hotel room.
Perfect quote for my little Boogie.
Boogie taking manspreading to another level.
The week in Utah is a blur of binge-watching Olympics, hot tubbing with kids, cooking, eating, visiting friends, playing in the reservoir, eating Cafe Rio, BBQ-ing in the rain and hanging with family.
So happy in the hot tub!
Demsey took such good care of the Boogs.
Wubbles hanging like a champ.
Had to keep this blurry one because this face!
Bubbles in the hot tub at night on Carter’s birthday.
My first bull moose!
Hiding from the rain.
Doing push ups on the log.
Park City alpine slides
I swear I cracked the eggs and they landed like this!
Boogie and Micro getting their game on.
Chow and her precious Lottie.
Munching on strawberries.
Wubbles and Boogie
Look who we ran into at the Arts Fair! Two of my favorite people in the whole world!
The boys spent the week building forts and booby traps in the forest.
Want. To. Squeeze. Those. Thighs.
And of course, the requisite Bradshaw Boy awkward family photos:
Because, I don’t know why. They’re the Bradshaws.
Andy’s sexy pose.
Pull ups on a log. Because this is also a tradition. Don’t ask me why.
They photos just get weirder.
Andy’s spread eagle pull ups.
The awkwardest one of all. Instant Bradshaw classic. Wish John was here!